<?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-1360689690423369959</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:19:18.854-08:00</updated><category term='Mall Food Court'/><category term='Mock-Up'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='trauma'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='socks'/><category term='Activism'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='Graphic Design'/><category term='Miss California'/><category term='HDR'/><category term='Keith'/><category term='Saturday Night Fever'/><category term='Landscape'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='working out'/><category term='Streaks'/><category term='bride'/><category term='t-shirt'/><category term='worship'/><category term='Opposite Day'/><category term='converse'/><category term='Middle School'/><category term='Struggle'/><category term='run for your life'/><category term='YMCA'/><category term='The Claw'/><category term='south carolina'/><category term='Republican'/><category term='Tonight'/><category term='Ground Beef'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='People'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='city'/><category term='El Diablo'/><category term='Expression'/><category term='Scientology'/><category term='Macbook'/><category term='hillsong united'/><category term='Perez Hilton'/><category term='locker room'/><category term='Photo Manipulation'/><category term='prototype'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Safety'/><category term='columbia'/><category term='use a towel'/><category term='responsibility'/><category term='the church'/><category term='Black N White'/><category term='Odor'/><category term='GL creative'/><category term='Today'/><category term='Prosperity'/><category term='Reminded'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='First blog'/><category term='song'/><category term='The Brandon Show'/><category term='conference'/><category term='Mistake'/><category term='BJMendelson'/><category term='Don&apos;t Ask'/><category term='Pizza Party'/><category term='portfolio'/><category term='Gunshow'/><category term='Mad TV'/><category term='heavenly places'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='branding'/><category term='Demon Child'/><category term='Dylan'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Potential'/><category term='Old Man'/><category term='Business Cards'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Magic Meat'/><category term='meltdown'/><category term='chucks'/><category term='bored'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Creation'/><category term='Hardship'/><category term='Desaturation'/><category term='powerful'/><category term='Old'/><category term='Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma'/><category term='Conspiracy'/><category term='Henry Varley'/><category term='Imagery'/><category term='daughter-in-law'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='vomit'/><category term='Habit'/><category term='Panera'/><category term='god'/><category term='team'/><category term='mental scars'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Samurai'/><category term='Mullet'/><category term='Piano'/><category term='morale'/><title type='text'>GABE LOPEZ BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>The Blog of Gabe Lopez</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-4289204180182229728</id><published>2010-04-16T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:51:15.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Gabe</title><content type='html'>Lately, I am realizing that my methods of self-identification are pretty far off. I would liken them to believing in Santa until your 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, I know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when it comes to knowing who I am and who I was meant to be, I look a lot like that 23-year old hopeful still leveraging the 'cookies and milk' bit. I'm holding onto a legend that just isn't true and never was. I've digressed from the original version of myself — or more importantly, the intended version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the last decade of my life, I've opened my identity up to debate. Whether it was by my actions or lack there of, any on-looker or passer-by with half an opinion was somehow given clearance to label me by my peripherals. I've been the musician. The designer. The Cuban. The tardy. The punctual. You name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've occupied every identity I'm capable of except for the one that matters most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valued son of God&lt;/span&gt;; called to love my Heavenly Father and His people, fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've boiled it down to elementary math. Remember reducing every fraction to find the lowest common denominator? We arrive at the truth about who we are and who we were meant to be through the very same process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-4289204180182229728?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4289204180182229728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=4289204180182229728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4289204180182229728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4289204180182229728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2010/04/define-gabe.html' title='Define Gabe'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-8923639464546735958</id><published>2009-08-14T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:49:57.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavenly places'/><title type='text'>Heavenly Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SoXqC2G-6RI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ikG2MKL874I/s1600-h/paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SoXqC2G-6RI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ikG2MKL874I/s400/paradise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369955465314625810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently listened to a worship song that I heard a long time ago but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never quite grasped &lt;/span&gt;the true heart behind the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I came across it again and was blown away by the relevance and application it held for my life right here, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part in particular that gripped my heart was this line about “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heavenly places&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop, rewind and just sit on that concept for a bit because I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what the singer might actually be singing of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that really mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;constitutes&lt;/span&gt; a heavenly place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I began to wonder, is the church doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to achieve or earn such a description?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are God’s people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facilitating&lt;/span&gt; God’s environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I imagine a heavenly place, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my heart bleeds imagery&lt;/span&gt;. I see a place where love is the currency. A place where suffering and pain are met with wellness and comfort. A place where the weight of every moment is counted and honored. A place where abundance is the only option. And ultimately, a place where God proudly and powerfully resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my life’s influence as a Christ follower &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; an adjective as exalted as the word “heavenly?” I would guess that it should, but it most certainly does not realistically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tough&lt;/span&gt; questions for the mirror tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-8923639464546735958?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/8923639464546735958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=8923639464546735958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8923639464546735958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8923639464546735958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/08/heavenly-places.html' title='Heavenly Places'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SoXqC2G-6RI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ikG2MKL874I/s72-c/paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6423353150641638894</id><published>2009-05-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:09:36.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='converse'/><title type='text'>Tongue in Sneak...ers</title><content type='html'>If you know me well and call yourself my friend then you know that I'm not a fan of socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not necessarily a sandal man, I just don't like socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, I wear my chucks sock-less. Now many of you who see me in person from time to time comment without fail at the "oddity" of seeing the skin of my foot through the opening of my twisted converse tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop it. I don't like socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still wonder why it seems like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; pair of chucks only suffers from this limp-tongue syndrome. I have plenty of friends who wear such shoes and with no tongue malfunctions. In fact, I have friends who also boycott socks and still don't have this problem so don't tell me it's a sock thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest amount of walking sends the tongue sliding down the side of my foot to one side. Every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe converse will enforce a recall if I write them a letter? Does this happen to anyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-6423353150641638894?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6423353150641638894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6423353150641638894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6423353150641638894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6423353150641638894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/tongue-in-sneakers.html' title='Tongue in Sneak...ers'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2593312379204386492</id><published>2009-05-21T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:23:58.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillsong united'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>With Everything</title><content type='html'>Do yourself a huge favor and watch this. It's powerful to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSCE8uLuTJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSCE8uLuTJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2593312379204386492?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2593312379204386492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2593312379204386492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2593312379204386492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2593312379204386492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-everything.html' title='With Everything'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-8552687585299588237</id><published>2009-05-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:48:22.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Design'/><title type='text'>Number 80</title><content type='html'>Throw the confetti because this is my 80th blog post and you know exactly what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely busy in the design game these days which I can't complain about. It's been a while since the volume of my freelance work has equaled what it does at the moment. God always sees me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a great project at the moment: a 21-city conference tour entitled, "The Home Owner's Conference." Guest speakers include leading economic forecaster, Harry Dent and celebrated money expert, Loral Langemeir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been brought on to brand the conference logo, website, some film work and additional collateral material. Quite the arduous task but worth the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/ShIP2nL8QPI/AAAAAAAAANw/xtbSL7bW8xY/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/ShIP2nL8QPI/AAAAAAAAANw/xtbSL7bW8xY/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337345939293880562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/ShINvjiz46I/AAAAAAAAANo/MjXh--J4D8g/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-8552687585299588237?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/8552687585299588237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=8552687585299588237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8552687585299588237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8552687585299588237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/number-80.html' title='Number 80'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/ShIP2nL8QPI/AAAAAAAAANw/xtbSL7bW8xY/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7533119387814812087</id><published>2009-05-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:58:15.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Your City</title><content type='html'>I wrote a song a while ago entitled, "Your City" and to commemorate the song and my current boredom, I brought the concept to life as a t-shirt design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. That's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sg8am6MO2rI/AAAAAAAAANg/7Vudky4NAMY/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sg8am6MO2rI/AAAAAAAAANg/7Vudky4NAMY/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336513339215239858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-7533119387814812087?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7533119387814812087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7533119387814812087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7533119387814812087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7533119387814812087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-city.html' title='Your City'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sg8am6MO2rI/AAAAAAAAANg/7Vudky4NAMY/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2032483124405007722</id><published>2009-05-09T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:35:53.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><title type='text'>Go Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SgW-yzUdjTI/AAAAAAAAANY/7couw5ctkUk/s1600-h/GoTeam_450x336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SgW-yzUdjTI/AAAAAAAAANY/7couw5ctkUk/s400/GoTeam_450x336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879113668988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morale&lt;/span&gt; is a beautiful and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's high it's an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unstoppable&lt;/span&gt; experience for any unified group.  When it's low, things look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bleak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my eyes have been opened to the weighty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; on a leader to build and sustain a high team-morale. It's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a leader/vision caster in any arena, you have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;continually&lt;/span&gt; feed hope and direction and confidence into your program. Just as barn yard animals need the daily slop - volunteers, followers and employees alike need regular reassurance of vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the context of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;church leadership&lt;/span&gt;, I think of it this way: you are the sacred keeper of morale so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guard it&lt;/span&gt; like the life of your church depends on it. Because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it does&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard the expression, "fake it 'till you make it." As much as I hate cliche's I love that statement for its timeless truth. Do whatever it takes to build your team morale and you'll see an army behind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2032483124405007722?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2032483124405007722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2032483124405007722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2032483124405007722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2032483124405007722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-team-go.html' title='Go Team'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SgW-yzUdjTI/AAAAAAAAANY/7couw5ctkUk/s72-c/GoTeam_450x336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6494720501305505349</id><published>2009-05-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:10:23.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GL creative'/><title type='text'>It's Alive!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from a small hiatus from blogging. I just had one of those weeks where I had nothing interesting nor profound to say and I didn't feel like forcing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been working on in the meantime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;s&gt;magnificent&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;exquisite&lt;/s&gt; decent work of art known as my &lt;a href="http://www.gl-creative.com/"&gt;portfolio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I was petitioning the public for opinions on some brand prototypes that I was working on. The result of those much needed critiques transformed a concept into this new simple yet effective design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gl-creative.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SgRzet3pIkI/AAAAAAAAANI/AgFQJ8Im_V4/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333514830259757634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my &lt;a href="http://www.gl-creative.com/"&gt;portfolio&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1360689690423369959-6494720501305505349?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6494720501305505349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6494720501305505349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6494720501305505349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6494720501305505349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s Alive!'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SgRzet3pIkI/AAAAAAAAANI/AgFQJ8Im_V4/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-948715182735426684</id><published>2009-05-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:50:36.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='columbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><title type='text'>Southern Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sf-nqxgq_hI/AAAAAAAAANA/pNZFVbyMJi0/s1600-h/SC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sf-nqxgq_hI/AAAAAAAAANA/pNZFVbyMJi0/s400/SC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332164837116673554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia, South Carolina is a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying with friends of mine for the past few days just enjoying the shift in scenery and contour. Tampa doesn't know hills like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through the University and saw several of the historical buildings unique to Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we ate at the Lizard's Thicket - this incredible down south home-cooked shmorgesboard. The sweet tea was flowing and my stomach was growing: beef stew, rice and gravy, creamed corn, potato salad, and corn bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back home tomorrow to my beloved Tampa. Thanks for the experience, South Carolina, you were good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1360689690423369959-948715182735426684?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/948715182735426684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=948715182735426684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/948715182735426684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/948715182735426684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/southern-comfort.html' title='Southern Comfort'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sf-nqxgq_hI/AAAAAAAAANA/pNZFVbyMJi0/s72-c/SC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1650313290308325149</id><published>2009-05-02T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:35:40.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GL creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prototype'/><title type='text'>"BRAND" New</title><content type='html'>I'm getting ready to "professional" my portfolio because at the moment, I'm using my flickr account as a make-shift reference and it's in un-branded disarray. It's driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the prototypes I've been experimenting with. Any votes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sfzmz0afAfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BHp-5RPr6Tc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sfzmz0afAfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BHp-5RPr6Tc/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331389836817269234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1360689690423369959-1650313290308325149?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1650313290308325149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1650313290308325149' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1650313290308325149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1650313290308325149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/brand-new.html' title='&quot;BRAND&quot; New'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sfzmz0afAfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BHp-5RPr6Tc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-4955226207976913846</id><published>2009-05-01T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:30:40.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HDR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Manipulation'/><title type='text'>In Living Color</title><content type='html'>I decided to re-post the picture from earlier today in color as well as the original version to contrast the manipulation that took place to achieve the HDR (High Dynamic Range) photography look = detail extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited his eyes quite a bit with the dodge/burn tool to look more blue and glazed. The detail and dirt on his face was also manipulated in the same way. I also sharpened some of the key areas of existing texture (wrinkles, blemishes, hair, etc.) to over exaggerate his age and physical condition. The original image was very sharply contrasted so I applied a guassian blur over the entire image to soften the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add some channel mixing and photo filter (warming filter 85 at 37% density) layers and you have your final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfuTD6W_55I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-uOPGWh8_g0/s1600-h/1072387-7a200c07-9a19-439f-b168-2b1318737499l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfuTD6W_55I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-uOPGWh8_g0/s400/1072387-7a200c07-9a19-439f-b168-2b1318737499l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331016279337723794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfuTKFeZfUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YZA89vvUNRg/s1600-h/Homeless+man+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfuTKFeZfUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YZA89vvUNRg/s400/Homeless+man+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331016385400765762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1360689690423369959-4955226207976913846?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4955226207976913846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=4955226207976913846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4955226207976913846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4955226207976913846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-living-color.html' title='In Living Color'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfuTD6W_55I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-uOPGWh8_g0/s72-c/1072387-7a200c07-9a19-439f-b168-2b1318737499l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2706483206370862234</id><published>2009-05-01T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:40:19.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desaturation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Lyrical Imagery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photo + Desaturation + Shadows/Highlights + Excerpt = Self Explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SftJlrPRHOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9MWCHb-cxso/s1600-h/Homeless+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SftJlrPRHOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9MWCHb-cxso/s400/Homeless+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935495533862114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1360689690423369959-2706483206370862234?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2706483206370862234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2706483206370862234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2706483206370862234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2706483206370862234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/05/lyrical-imagery.html' title='Lyrical Imagery'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SftJlrPRHOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9MWCHb-cxso/s72-c/Homeless+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6538202595798708582</id><published>2009-04-30T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:31:46.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mock-Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business Cards'/><title type='text'>EVER-Lasting Choices</title><content type='html'>That's right. I need your help once again on the color scheme for EVER GREENCARE business cards. Here are two mock-ups of different colors. I just want to know which one has the most high contrast value from one side to the next. Some might say it's an obvious choice but I need opinions. Comment away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sfpiiz8mdAI/AAAAAAAAALo/-19pkursgr8/s1600-h/ever-war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sfpiiz8mdAI/AAAAAAAAALo/-19pkursgr8/s400/ever-war.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330681459145864194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-6538202595798708582?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6538202595798708582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6538202595798708582' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6538202595798708582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6538202595798708582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-lasting-choices.html' title='EVER-Lasting Choices'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sfpiiz8mdAI/AAAAAAAAALo/-19pkursgr8/s72-c/ever-war.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-172387897577753700</id><published>2009-04-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:27:16.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typecast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started this piece months ago and could never finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it's not exactly up to my standards of completion but I needed the closure of getting it the heck out of the "unfinished" folder on my hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfgZuPzlPFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y3xaxUfCQWY/s1600-h/Typecast.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfgZuPzlPFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y3xaxUfCQWY/s400/Typecast.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330038441300540498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SffPk1rDpKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nV1TTkRdKds/s1600-h/Typecast3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-172387897577753700?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/172387897577753700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=172387897577753700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/172387897577753700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/172387897577753700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/typecast.html' title='Typecast'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfgZuPzlPFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y3xaxUfCQWY/s72-c/Typecast.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1684185576001511112</id><published>2009-04-28T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:12:31.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought my tickets. I'm ready to have my face melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you quite possibly Australia's greatest contribution to the western world: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seldom that God gives one church a voice so influential that an entire generation would stop and listen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; Church in Sydney, Australia has been given such a mantle. In all they do, their vision is obvious and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stellar example of leadership and integrity -- the entire world could glean from such a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their team of young musicians travel the globe creating an environment where incredible music meets the heart-gripping presence of God; lives are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indelibly&lt;/span&gt; changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool hair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdQ1sjCzfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VqjOR7wxIxs/s1600-h/hillsong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdQ1sjCzfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VqjOR7wxIxs/s400/hillsong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817567437704690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdPkTLrKiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWV4LMPcFeU/s1600-h/seattle_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdPkTLrKiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWV4LMPcFeU/s400/seattle_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329816169059396130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdPkVcB-KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sGko1eQZn7o/s1600-h/27401image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdPkVcB-KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sGko1eQZn7o/s400/27401image.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329816169664870562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdPkIkoOeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xn-QYyf62kk/s1600-h/united%281%291024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdPkIkoOeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xn-QYyf62kk/s400/united%281%291024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329816166211271138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1684185576001511112?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1684185576001511112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1684185576001511112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1684185576001511112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1684185576001511112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/united.html' title='United'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfdQ1sjCzfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VqjOR7wxIxs/s72-c/hillsong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-550012233433722326</id><published>2009-04-26T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:21:35.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black N White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piano'/><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfUWWGZIZGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ktdJlFZrdME/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfUWWGZIZGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ktdJlFZrdME/s400/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329190302991803490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old photography piece I worked on from years back. It's always fun coming across old work and realizing either (A) how far you've come or (B) wow, I suck now. Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-550012233433722326?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/550012233433722326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=550012233433722326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/550012233433722326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/550012233433722326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfUWWGZIZGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ktdJlFZrdME/s72-c/Picture+17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1141565667610645001</id><published>2009-04-25T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:49:46.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City On A Floating Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfOvH2P_HbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ji-nguioSEQ/s1600-h/Floating+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfOvH2P_HbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ji-nguioSEQ/s400/Floating+City.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328795333465939378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular reason for this post. Just adding color to the world.&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/1360689690423369959-1141565667610645001?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1141565667610645001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1141565667610645001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1141565667610645001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1141565667610645001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/city-on-floating-hill.html' title='City On A Floating Hill'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfOvH2P_HbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ji-nguioSEQ/s72-c/Floating+City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2588840769041870702</id><published>2009-04-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:49:25.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Brandon Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BJMendelson'/><title type='text'>The Brandon Show</title><content type='html'>There's a guy named Brandon Mendelson out of Glen Falls, NY who is an influential activist against cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into him on twitter recently and asked him a few questions concerning his launch and driving purpose for the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually answered my question via his YouTube video blog entitled, "The Brandon Show." Check him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6XmYQ43ywE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6XmYQ43ywE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2588840769041870702?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2588840769041870702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2588840769041870702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2588840769041870702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2588840769041870702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/brandon-show.html' title='The Brandon Show'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1304104665642129708</id><published>2009-04-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:12:53.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ground Beef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Ground Beef Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was thawing out some ground sirloin for tasty consumption when something caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm reading the instructions, I notice this strange line on the label:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/24/367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/24/s_367.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" align="right" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready for use in fast weekend meals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of prejudice do these meat people have with regular week day meals? I'm pretty sure I've had my share of tacos, sloppy joes and spaghetti with meat sauce during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's what's even weirder -- why did I subconsciously pull this thing out on a Friday (beginning of the weekend)? Maybe these magic meat makers know something far more mystical than my mind can muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that alliteration was completely unintentional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1304104665642129708?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1304104665642129708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1304104665642129708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1304104665642129708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1304104665642129708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/ground-beef-conspiracy.html' title='Ground Beef Conspiracy'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-5340174623925378136</id><published>2009-04-23T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:37:57.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middle School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>Reminded</title><content type='html'>I know I already let the cat out of the bag on twitter but I just wanted to tell the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Keith, our drummer, and I visited a local middle school to have lunch with our friend, Dylan. Dylan attends our church with his family and is passionate about music just like us. He's even come to our practices and dubbed our new band name as "Metallic Blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he's a fan of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a rewarding experience to sneak up behind him and see his surprise. All of a sudden, his "cool" status skyrocketed through the roof. Kids were waving to him just to simply say "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he told us he barely knew them. Oh middle school politics. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reminded&lt;/span&gt; that life is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. It's about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; loving&lt;/span&gt; like God loves. It's about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt; like Christ served. It's about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharing community&lt;/span&gt; and making it public that we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; meant to journey alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-5340174623925378136?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/5340174623925378136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=5340174623925378136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5340174623925378136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5340174623925378136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/reminded.html' title='Reminded'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-5830807072072589923</id><published>2009-04-22T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:43:18.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Venture</title><content type='html'>So a friend of mine is starting a lawncare business serving the Greater Tampa Area and he's still in the process of deciding on a name/logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my contribution to the pile. For his sake, please leave a suggestion/critique. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfEZGmwVICI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_StKQodQbgo/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfEZGmwVICI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_StKQodQbgo/s400/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328067435429175330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Se-LZw_FKII/AAAAAAAAAIU/Kj2ZAWb2izc/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-5830807072072589923?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/5830807072072589923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=5830807072072589923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5830807072072589923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5830807072072589923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/business-venture.html' title='Business Venture'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SfEZGmwVICI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_StKQodQbgo/s72-c/Picture+14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7253639781638633230</id><published>2009-04-22T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:10:25.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opposite Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosperity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Act In The Opposite</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, God has to make some pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt; moves to get our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that in struggle we affirm his existence more than ever. In hardship, we cry out for a savior. In turmoil, we're needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happiness, we're oblivious. In prosperity, we're forgetful. In abundance, we're ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard trend to break. But for God's sake, a must. It's a pretty hurtful thing to cling to a friend only when you need something -- and in the same breath, ignore&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; their &lt;/span&gt;desire to connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a concerted effort this week to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; of what comes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; to me. Because let's face it, our humanity is naturally selfish, innately egocentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flawed&lt;/span&gt; and need God's grace daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-7253639781638633230?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7253639781638633230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7253639781638633230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7253639781638633230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7253639781638633230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/act-in-opposite.html' title='Act In The Opposite'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2702675830269572624</id><published>2009-04-21T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:12:18.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Ask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perez Hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss California'/><title type='text'>Don't Ask.</title><content type='html'>I never do this but I just had some quick thoughts concerning a current affair that's been blown out of proportion in the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss California vs. Perez Hilton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know, Perez Hilton is the self-acclaimed "Gossip Queen" of the universe. He's an internet personality who makes his living slandering celebrity names and exposing vulnerability. I'm not bashing him, I simply describing his public persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Miss California who was a candidate in the Miss USA pageant which took place a few nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big deal? Perez, being one of the judges, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; Miss Cali her opinion on gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She expressed her ideals of a heterosexual marriage concept. And he tore her up on his gossip website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this dumb argument: if you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gonna like the answer, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2702675830269572624?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2702675830269572624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2702675830269572624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2702675830269572624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2702675830269572624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-ask.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask.'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-524457912906361410</id><published>2009-04-20T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:03:59.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad TV'/><title type='text'>Pizza Party!</title><content type='html'>I'm a "streak" guy. I love streaks. Not streak-ing, but streaks. Winning streaks: most consecutive free-throws, most reps during a work out session, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about this obsession of mine, I was reminded of a classic Mad-TV sketch from years ago that couldn't convey my point better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ITODDdtSW3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ITODDdtSW3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-524457912906361410?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/524457912906361410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=524457912906361410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/524457912906361410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/524457912906361410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/pizza-party.html' title='Pizza Party!'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1553864938367206431</id><published>2009-04-18T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:46:53.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mullet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samurai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gunshow'/><title type='text'>Tickets To The Gunshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SepG81E3XPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dheiL_U8UoM/s1600-h/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SepG81E3XPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dheiL_U8UoM/s200/IMG_0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147520172612850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SepG83OarqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dPeYyfUnESk/s1600-h/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SepG83OarqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dPeYyfUnESk/s200/IMG_0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147520749547170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SepG8sfOzJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RTo0qNS3Jqk/s1600-h/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SepG8sfOzJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RTo0qNS3Jqk/s200/IMG_0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147517867281554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Gun Show today - and my biceps were no where to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. A real gun show with real people, real mullets, real odors, and real nice lookin' sets of tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Tampa. I thought you were better than that. Nonetheless, I went to support my dad who has recently taken a fascination with guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a Republican convention only no good looking women whatsoever....wait, same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally got asked, "Hey man, you need a machine gun?" I mean, is there ever a day when I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; a machine gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kid was looking to buy a samurai sword and after deciding to keep browsing, bowed and gracefully handed the thing back with honor - good thing he's got honor because I know one thing he'll never get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1553864938367206431?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1553864938367206431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1553864938367206431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1553864938367206431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1553864938367206431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/tickets-to-gunshow.html' title='Tickets To The Gunshow'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SepG81E3XPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dheiL_U8UoM/s72-c/IMG_0242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6676110402561662375</id><published>2009-04-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:31:00.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tonight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><title type='text'>Today | Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; was jam-packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still have so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; to do. To-do list's run my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt; was a night of creation. Band practice was awesome. Brainstormed with some of the guys afterward. I love creativity. I love surrounding myself with people who think new thoughts continually. What a novel idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habit to live by&lt;/span&gt;: Identify a form of expression that you love (art, music, writing, etc.) and create once within that environment every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not creating, you're just in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...those last two lines rhymed and totally ruined my profundity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-6676110402561662375?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6676110402561662375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6676110402561662375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6676110402561662375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6676110402561662375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-tonight.html' title='Today | Tonight'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-4050990027571265946</id><published>2009-04-15T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:34:19.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meltdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vomit'/><title type='text'>Panera Meltdown</title><content type='html'>My life was changed today at Panera Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Rei, and I are sitting in a booth directly next to customer traffic. Rei begins telling me of this creepy zombie dream he had last night when a red-haired lady walks up right next to our table and just stands there obviously eave's dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed, Rei weaves her into his dream by mentioning loudly that there was, "...this ugly RED-HAIRED lady that started eating all the zombies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lost&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this large man walks up behind her and follows suit - you could see him leaning in to hear our conversation. Boom, you're in the story too pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rei:&lt;/span&gt; "Then this HUGE guy came out of no where and punched the RED-HEAD in the face." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He heard us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're both dying of laughter when immediately to our left we witness this middle-aged woman SMASH her face into one of the hanging lights at Panera. The collision made a noise that convinced me whole-heartedly that her head was made of fine brass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 30 seconds later another old woman drops like 15 quarters and bends over RIGHT in my face; I accidentally laughed audibly into her butt -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panera Meltdown&lt;/span&gt;; I literally almost threw up from laughing so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-4050990027571265946?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4050990027571265946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=4050990027571265946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4050990027571265946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4050990027571265946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/panera-meltdown.html' title='Panera Meltdown'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7283779342936701391</id><published>2009-04-14T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:07:16.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I Liked That.</title><content type='html'>I'm on a quest for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;organic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes an environment, an experience or even a person feel organic, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;? I think any form of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evangelism&lt;/span&gt;, whether church related or not, is successful when people experience a natural and even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; relation with your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No over-thought - it just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes sense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forced or awkward -  it just feels &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: as a Christ follower, I am trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re-tell&lt;/span&gt; his story in a way that makes people think, "Man, I liked that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-7283779342936701391?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7283779342936701391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7283779342936701391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7283779342936701391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7283779342936701391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-i-liked-that.html' title='Man, I Liked That.'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-8203527606077440190</id><published>2009-04-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:42:30.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mistake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Diablo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demon Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Claw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall Food Court'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Mistake Of My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SeOHhe5geCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/atlzPI9BjG8/s1600-h/Img65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SeOHhe5geCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/atlzPI9BjG8/s200/Img65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248193781757986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was driving to the mall food court to get work done and sitting directly beside one of those stupid "claw" vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the ones where you insert 2 quarters and this dumb hand-like metal thing drops down to grab stuff but you never win? Yeah, those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering why I don't just get up and leave? Because my Macbook is plugged into the only God-forsaken electrical socket in this mall - conveniently located near the vortex of hell machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard 5 year old kids use language that I don't even use. One little girl uttered, "I hate you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little spanish-speaking boy yelled, "Tu eres el Diablo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the winner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(actual transcript)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demon child&lt;/span&gt;: Mom, please just 2 more quarters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: No this is a rip off, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demon child&lt;/span&gt;: Why do you suck!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously going to unplug it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-8203527606077440190?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/8203527606077440190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=8203527606077440190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8203527606077440190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8203527606077440190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/greatest-mistake-of-my-life.html' title='The Greatest Mistake Of My Life...'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SeOHhe5geCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/atlzPI9BjG8/s72-c/Img65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-859799646908685776</id><published>2009-04-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:04:49.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairiest Man Alive</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; problem. It's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; too. But nonetheless it's there and it's doing me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress isn't just tied to work or family - this thing is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, this past week my little Brother was visiting for Spring Break. He is a sucker for quality time. And being that he's in high school, quality time ends up turning into video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're playing Halo for the Xbox, blowing each others heads off and all of a sudden my shoulders tense up and I feel like I'm having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stroke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hits me - I take myself way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am taking it personal every time I die in a VIDEO GAME, c'mon. I am shortening my life span with every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inner&lt;/span&gt; burst of anger and stress and all because I can't stand to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this over, I am seeing the bigger picture of how my perfectionism and serious outlook is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detriment&lt;/span&gt; to my productivity and more importantly, my health. Am I suggesting I quit my job, join the Circus and start a new life wowing unsuspecting crowds as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hairiest man alive&lt;/span&gt;? Not entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am coming to a conclusion that I need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;. I need God to deal with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complicated stuff&lt;/span&gt;. And the only thing I need to worry about is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; worrying less&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-859799646908685776?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/859799646908685776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=859799646908685776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/859799646908685776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/859799646908685776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/hairiest-man-alive.html' title='Hairiest Man Alive'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-152631192235772796</id><published>2009-04-10T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:16:54.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Feels Like That</title><content type='html'>This Friday has felt like a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that because now I have a Saturday that will also hopefully feel like a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it when Sundays feel Mondays. That's rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even worse is when Tuesday and Wednesday feel like Thursday, because then you know your Thursday is going to drag like RuPaul on a Monday. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, my favorite day is definitely Wednesday because it's the farthest from either end of the week. The beginning of the week always sucks for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weekends are great, don't get me wrong, but sometimes my perfectionism stresses me out on Sunday's at the Connection Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day that Sunday's feel like Wednesdays, I will have arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-152631192235772796?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/152631192235772796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=152631192235772796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/152631192235772796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/152631192235772796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-feels-like-that.html' title='This Feels Like That'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1354716370426115492</id><published>2009-04-09T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:53:54.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sd6lyauz2CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ir_XBJUgRNM/s1600-h/office-space-copier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sd6lyauz2CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ir_XBJUgRNM/s400/office-space-copier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322874095186204706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a wizard just for a day and if I could use my magic wizard stick to transform any inanimate object into a living human being and then if I could challenge that human being to a fight and then kill them gruesomely in battle...that God-forsaken object would be the Brother HL-4040CN network printer sitting directly behind me in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lousy excuse for a printer has been crumpling and wasting my precious glossy paper all day. If I see that dumb red "rear jam" screen one more time, I will relieve myself in its tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all reminds me of the priceless scene in the movie, Office Space (above). All I need is that "....it feels good to be a Gangsta" song playing in the background while I do my damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1354716370426115492?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1354716370426115492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1354716370426115492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1354716370426115492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1354716370426115492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/office-space.html' title='Office Space'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Sd6lyauz2CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ir_XBJUgRNM/s72-c/office-space-copier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-3089097200495052103</id><published>2009-04-08T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:56:23.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Judy </title><content type='html'>I can't help it but I've been swallowed up by daytime TV. My particular vice? Judge Judy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hate to be her son. I would hate to be her husband. I would hate to be her gavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I watch her devour her prey one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda want to box her...but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-3089097200495052103?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/3089097200495052103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=3089097200495052103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3089097200495052103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3089097200495052103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/judge-judy.html' title='Judge Judy '/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-4643842275313404084</id><published>2009-04-07T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:27:33.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Signs Of A Slob</title><content type='html'>I hate to admit it but my apartment is a mess right now. It's border-line dangerous. So I've drawn up a 5-point list that truly classifies a slob. Hopefully, I will motivate myself to clean it...but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you wake up, your first step on the ground is...technically not on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your bathroom smells like a wet dog eating a peach cobbler; You don't own a dog nor do you like peach cobbler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The fridge and pantry are jammed packed with food and 2008 is the popular year among the supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Due to a late night video game binge, your couch blocks basic living room traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There's a bundle of old bananas sitting on your counter resembling an evil hand of claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel slightly more guilty but still unmotivated. Man, I thought for sure that would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Item: Literally just found a pair of underwear behind the TV. Now it's just funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-4643842275313404084?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4643842275313404084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=4643842275313404084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4643842275313404084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4643842275313404084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-signs-of-slob.html' title='5 Signs Of A Slob'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1061709521820989926</id><published>2009-04-04T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:15:48.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Related 2.0</title><content type='html'>You guessed it. It's time for another sketch of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING RELATED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family is in town. My little bro is spending his spring break at my apartment. Should be fun. Free groceries via my mom. Free business advice via my dad. Free hustling lessons via my 11 year-old sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just recently jail-broke my iPhone. That means I unlocked it's yummy apple potential to download apps, ringtones, video backgrounds and alternate layouts all for free - as well as other crazy otherwise unavailable features. Part of me feels like the second I post this, Barack Obama will knock on my door and take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been wearing the same pair of jeans every day for a little over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My dad just bought my mom a concealable revolver. Yeah, a gun. I have a new respect for my mom. Not because she's any cooler or whatever, but because I have to...she's got a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Seriously, my sister has only been here 3 hours and she's already trying to gamble for money. Did I mention she's 11?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1061709521820989926?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1061709521820989926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1061709521820989926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1061709521820989926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1061709521820989926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-related-20.html' title='Nothing Related 2.0'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2018304401513059241</id><published>2009-04-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:26:16.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SdYyoopfKBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uc8KNNFvnZM/s1600-h/Brick+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SdYyoopfKBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uc8KNNFvnZM/s400/Brick+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320495683472402450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard an allegedly true story of a guy and a horrible mishap involving a construction site, a pulley and a barrel full of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken the liberty to illustrate his misfortune for all of you lovely and devoted followers. We'll call him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brick Man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(left to right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slide 1&lt;/span&gt;: Brick man must transport a large barrel of bricks up to the top of a nearly completed building with only a pulley and rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slide 2&lt;/span&gt;: Brick man grossly underestimates the barrel's weight and loses control. Forgetting to let go, he is flung up into the air due to the contrasting weight. His body smashes into the barrel on the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slide 3&lt;/span&gt;: At the top of the building, his arm gets caught in the industrial sized pulley and on the way down, the bricks fall out of the bottom of the barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slide 4&lt;/span&gt;: Now empty, the barrel whips back up and they meet again for a second hulk smash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slide 5&lt;/span&gt;: Weighing more than the empty barrel, Brick man's lifeless body plummets down onto the bed of freshly dropped bricks while the barrel screams back up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slide 6&lt;/span&gt;: Yep, you guessed it, that mother drops right on poor Brick Man to put a mortal kombat finish to his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story? Don't go to work.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2018304401513059241?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2018304401513059241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2018304401513059241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2018304401513059241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2018304401513059241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/brick-man.html' title='Brick Man'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SdYyoopfKBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uc8KNNFvnZM/s72-c/Brick+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2783314810603198870</id><published>2009-04-02T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:46:28.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin' Snakes N' Stuff</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a pastor and gifted communicator speak on the parallels of life in the garden of Eden and life in the church. He focused his message on a specific principle that contrasted the tree of life vs. the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really provoked my thought process was this observation he made about Eve and the serpent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conventionally, we hear the tale of the serpent tempting the woman, the woman committing the first ever recorded "sin" and bam - we're all naked and going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what he pointed out was that the serpent didn't actually appeal to Eve's sin nature or her desire to do wrong. Technically, she was still perfect - the serpent had nothing to work with in that department and he knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what he could do was appeal to Eve's desire to be more like God. And he did. He offered her a chance to recognize good and evil just as God did, to see life through divine eyes. Pretty attractive to the innocent woman, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His final point? Let God be God. Let the tree of life be your source. Don't let the knowledge of good and evil strangle the purity of your faith. Simplify. Tune out all the legalistic, religious nonsense and regain your innocence. We busy ourselves in imitating the "real thing" and inadvertently find ourselves even farther from the original. Choose life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2783314810603198870?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2783314810603198870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2783314810603198870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2783314810603198870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2783314810603198870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/talkin-snakes-n-stuff_02.html' title='Talkin&apos; Snakes N&apos; Stuff'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6053860548718266968</id><published>2009-04-01T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:21:23.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWITTER DESIGN MADNESS</title><content type='html'>That's right folks. For a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limited time&lt;/span&gt; only, you too can sport your very own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;custom&lt;/span&gt; twitter page design for the ridiculously unfair price (for me that is) of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch your followers' eyes with a graphic interpretation of your personality, promote a blog or other website or just shamelessly brand your face for the entire world wide web to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;checks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cash&lt;/span&gt; only. Make all checks payable to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabe Lopez&lt;/span&gt; and all cash payable to my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm your order by leaving a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; at the bottom of this blog. You can even include a blurb about the creative direction you have in mind for your design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only stipulation would be that all payments must be made upfront because c'mon, it's 10 bucks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call in the next 10 minutes and receive...ok, just kidding about that part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-6053860548718266968?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6053860548718266968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6053860548718266968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6053860548718266968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6053860548718266968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter-design-madness.html' title='TWITTER DESIGN MADNESS'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-4076191954732426856</id><published>2009-03-31T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:19:43.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live The Difference</title><content type='html'>Ok, there's this one thing called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conviction&lt;/span&gt;. And there's this other thing called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;condemnation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. One is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. I'll give you 2 guesses and the first 1 don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, they start with the same letter, they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing alike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conviction is this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God-given&lt;/span&gt; mechanism inside of us that helps to correct the out of tune strings of our heart. Pardon my musical analogy but I think it's fitting. Conviction does not tell us we're worthless. Nor does it back us up into a corner. Conviction shows us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the way out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condemnation is a dirty word. I don't like it honestly. It keeps us down. It blinds our future. It's that credit card with mounting interest that will never let you get ahead of your debt. Condemnation is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never healthy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never from God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says in Romans 8:1, "Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." There you have it. Condemnation is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not Christ's deal&lt;/span&gt;. It's just not his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a scary thought to be "condemned" and yet I'm realizing that I embody that burden in my daily life. I allow the guilt and shame of my past to cloud my vision instead of allowing God's loving conviction to lift my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; difference here. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live the difference&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-4076191954732426856?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4076191954732426856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=4076191954732426856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4076191954732426856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4076191954732426856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-difference.html' title='Live The Difference'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-3003427940371165024</id><published>2009-03-31T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:18:18.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best|Favorite|Both</title><content type='html'>So I have this theory on friendship and the occupying roles therein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that at any given time in your life, you'll have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; types of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt; friends and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the difference: the true working definition of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; is the person in your life that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best for you&lt;/span&gt;. The person who lifts you up, encourages you, calls you to accountability even when it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt; - we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; people like this in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; friends often look a whole lot like best friends but usually occupy the cliche archetypal BFF sidekick role. Basically, if a picture were to be taken of you, this person would either be posing next to you or somewhere in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now obviously it is very possible for one person to occupy both of these roles in your life and that's the ultimate goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't everyone's story. I've only come to this conclusion from picking some knuckleheads as friends in the past and it has sparked my curiosity to find the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have a partner in crime, but that's just it. Sometimes I think we have to take a good look around us and examine our environment of friends. Do the people around you do a thing for your spiritual well-being or are they just a shallow good time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough question - but to those who strive for integrity, purpose and continuing success, a must-answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-3003427940371165024?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/3003427940371165024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=3003427940371165024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3003427940371165024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3003427940371165024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/bestfavoriteboth.html' title='Best|Favorite|Both'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-3001061363546393688</id><published>2009-03-30T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:20:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said Dare Me</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malachi 3:8-12&lt;/span&gt; it reads as such,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 "Will a man rob God? Yet you rob me. "But you ask, 'How do we rob you?' "In tithes and offerings. 9 You are under a curse—the whole nation of you—because you are robbing me. 10 Bring the whole tithe (10%) into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He basically just said, "Dare me!")&lt;/span&gt; "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it. 11 I will prevent pests from devouring your crops, and the vines in your fields will not cast their fruit," says the LORD Almighty. 12 "Then all the nations will call you blessed, for yours will be a delightful land," says the LORD Almighty." (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt; of this era, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't compromise the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potency&lt;/span&gt; or even the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; of God's promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put away your jaded thinking toward the following cliche for a minute and affirm the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything you have is a gift from God&lt;/span&gt;. So isn't it only fair to give back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a great deal to me: God gives 100% and I give 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider it paying it forward; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt; out of your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt;. We'd be lying dramatically if any of us could deny the blessings we reap every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing? Yeah, me too, we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone what to do&lt;/span&gt;. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone what I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going to do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-3001061363546393688?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/3001061363546393688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=3001061363546393688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3001061363546393688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3001061363546393688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-said-dare-me.html' title='He Said Dare Me'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-8277932785468542214</id><published>2009-03-29T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:23:47.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugged</title><content type='html'>Here's a little montage of our unplugged worship set yesterday at the &lt;a href="http://www.thecpoint.com"&gt;Connection Point&lt;/a&gt;. Other than a sore throat and some pitch problems (what else is new) I thought it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God definitely came through in a big way despite the rain and location change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3917694&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3917694&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-8277932785468542214?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/8277932785468542214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=8277932785468542214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8277932785468542214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8277932785468542214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/unplugged.html' title='Unplugged'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7794287429570934476</id><published>2009-03-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:29:47.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Always Said</title><content type='html'>Be a man of your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say you're going to do something, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say you're going to be somewhere, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be there&lt;/span&gt;; be there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you promise someone the world, you better &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see to it&lt;/span&gt; that the world is neatly packaged at their door step within the agreed shipping time-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt;-promise and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;-deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carve your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ride on the success of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and don't&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fart&lt;/span&gt; at the dinner table or I'll smack you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-7794287429570934476?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7794287429570934476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7794287429570934476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7794287429570934476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7794287429570934476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dad-always-said.html' title='My Dad Always Said'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-897086009483339417</id><published>2009-03-27T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:58:52.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut</title><content type='html'>So this Sunday our &lt;a href="http://www.thecpoint.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; is meeting in different location due to conflicting schedules with our usual facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of us went in early tonight and set up the sound equipment, chairs, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick, our sound tech and myself, music director, decided to stay a little later than everyone else to make absolutely sure that the sound would be flawless despite our variable environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the acoustics change, the sound changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results of our completely serious efforts and finely tuned ears, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3890202&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3890202&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3890220&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3890220&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'm joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-897086009483339417?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/897086009483339417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=897086009483339417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/897086009483339417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/897086009483339417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/debut.html' title='Debut'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6067447030928547451</id><published>2009-03-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:17:33.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm An Idiot</title><content type='html'>I hardly even remember recording this, but nonetheless I found a ridiculous 3 year-old cell-phone video of myself documenting an intense trip into "the wild."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf4592cdfacc539c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6067447030928547451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6067447030928547451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6067447030928547451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6067447030928547451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m An Idiot'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1628447429173917969</id><published>2009-03-24T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:25:56.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Pride; I See Power</title><content type='html'>Leadership takes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not arrogance&lt;/span&gt; but pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would use the word confidence if it conveyed my point with justice;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;. Pride is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gritty&lt;/span&gt;. Pride is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;animated&lt;/span&gt;. It's full of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt; and it stretches &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mile in either direction&lt;/span&gt; of where you're standing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you do. Pride in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; you've been created to be. Pride in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; God has appointed you to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both the physical environment as well as the technical area. Be proud to shoulder such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite movies of all time is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool Runnings&lt;/span&gt;, the heart-gripping story of Jamaica's first bob-sled team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arguably&lt;/span&gt; one of the movies most infamous scenes two of the main characters, Yul and Junior, are having a dispute concerning Junior's sudden conviction to obey his controlling father's orders to leave the team. Staring at themselves in the mirror, Yul grabs Junior and makes him recite this mantra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see pride, I see power, I see a bad mother who don't take no crap off'a nobody!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again they repeat this declaration until finally Junior wells up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fierce pride&lt;/span&gt;, storms down stairs, and informs his father of his decision to stay and commit to leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride, baby. Pride in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; you are, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you do, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where &lt;/span&gt;you've come from and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lead&lt;/span&gt; those behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leadership takes pride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1628447429173917969?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1628447429173917969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1628447429173917969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1628447429173917969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1628447429173917969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-pride-i-see-power.html' title='I See Pride; I See Power'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-629165976720314922</id><published>2009-03-23T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:57:39.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>Ever arrive at one of those daunting moments in your life when you realize just how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I need a brown paper bag to breathe into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ton of bricks&lt;/span&gt; - what an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intimidating&lt;/span&gt; feeling. And yet, somehow in the same anxious breath, I'm reassured that I'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Less&lt;/span&gt; of me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; of God. Less probability for my error, more opportunity to see God thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the more you know that you don't know much, the less you act like you know more than you really do...follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultimately&lt;/span&gt;, knowing the pythagorean theory inside and out or having the answer to world poverty would be great - but I'd rather just know&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God and His love&lt;/span&gt; so that I can replicate the model to everyone I come in contact with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-629165976720314922?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/629165976720314922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=629165976720314922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/629165976720314922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/629165976720314922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-dont-know.html' title='I Know I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2664258050808886844</id><published>2009-03-21T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:29:33.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Related Sketch.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna try something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; here. A new format for when I'm juggling way too many thoughts all at once and can't pinpoint what I wanna discuss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby welcome you to....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING RELATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna clean out my car in just a minute. If you know me well enough to understand what that entails, you'd get on your knees and pray for my safety the second you were done reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I'm hoping my new song goes well tomorrow. I always have this anxiety feeling when I unveil a piece of my intellect and creative nature to an unsuspecting audience. Then again, my &lt;a href="http://www.thecpoint.com/"&gt;CP&lt;/a&gt; family loves me and I love 'em back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I need to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; My brain wants to work out; my muscles hate my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;I'm constantly tormented between all these investments I want to make: Gretch Catalina Mod drum kit, a Canon PowerShot SX1 IS, 50's hollow body Fender telecaster, 6-color t-shirt screen-printer, a robot girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the first installment of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TM, &lt;/span&gt;thank you for reading along, bless your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2664258050808886844?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2664258050808886844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2664258050808886844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2664258050808886844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2664258050808886844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-related-sketch.html' title='Nothing Related Sketch.'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-8339508014844291856</id><published>2009-03-19T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:04:43.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Breathe</title><content type='html'>I've taken a bit of a hiatus from my blog this week but I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slowly returning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of laziness or lack of content, it's really just because I've been so overly enveloped in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creating&lt;/span&gt; that some specific areas of my life, primarily music and art, have lured me away from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really crazy how many songs and graphic pieces have been born in just this last week.  There's nothing I love more than exploring my creativity and confronting inspiration until it yields fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is undoubtedly God's design and I am thankful.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I thank you for today. I look forward to tomorrow. I thank you that my life is directed by your divine forethought and not my narrow vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for grace in my life. I'm utterly helpless without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for birthing so many passions and dreams in my heart. It's a circus in there but I know you will see them all to fruition when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for a great family and meaningful friends. I really lack nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-8339508014844291856?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/8339508014844291856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=8339508014844291856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8339508014844291856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8339508014844291856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-breathe.html' title='Time To Breathe'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-5992075767204411496</id><published>2009-03-14T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:48:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas...</title><content type='html'>Meet Fredrik Strand Halland. He's 12. I'm 22. He's the reason why I quit playing guitar today...whatever, talk to my hand little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoyqmTHiMNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoyqmTHiMNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-5992075767204411496?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/5992075767204411496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=5992075767204411496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5992075767204411496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5992075767204411496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/alas.html' title='Alas...'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1489337210891770540</id><published>2009-03-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:37:08.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Prayer</title><content type='html'>God, make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pliable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; to know when I'm wrong and to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humility&lt;/span&gt; when I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I never be so zealous in my convictions that I disregar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tact&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Let It Be So)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1489337210891770540?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1489337210891770540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1489337210891770540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1489337210891770540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1489337210891770540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-prayer.html' title='Today&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-4732789647843916224</id><published>2009-03-10T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:30:15.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget The Popular Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Context is everything&lt;/span&gt;. Good Lord, it is the foundation upon which all understanding lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally hitting me that as a Church plant, we can read all the manuals and listen to all the mega-church jedi's about what worked for them but the bottom line is this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who cares&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; story is never gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice is great. Counsel is awesome. Insight is neato. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; is more effective than the very voice of God breathing through the vision-caster and leader of your church, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;, you need to listen to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt; voice of God in your life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget the popular noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-4732789647843916224?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4732789647843916224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=4732789647843916224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4732789647843916224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4732789647843916224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-popular-noise.html' title='Forget The Popular Noise'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6201969645203582566</id><published>2009-03-09T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:59:18.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you even put a face on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what inspires you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you're not being inspired then you have probably made yourself unavailable to the process of influence itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know influence can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. Can't we thank the divine inspiration of God using multiple vessels to give us the greatest book ever written?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my pastor related this last week, it's about "submitting yourself to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the process&lt;/span&gt;." And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the process&lt;/span&gt; in this context is being available to be inspired. Inspiration defined is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside stimulus&lt;/span&gt;, such as a person or work of art, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moves the intellect&lt;/span&gt; or emotions or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prompts action&lt;/span&gt; or invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: As creative beings, we are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;predominantly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;osmosis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We glean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know-how&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;innovation&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know-how-ers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;innovators&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you know someone suffering from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creative inertia&lt;/span&gt; because of an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwillingness &lt;/span&gt;to be inspired. Of course the process can be risky but didn't Mama tell you nothing comes free and easy in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought-provoking. Sensory-stimulating. Dream-encouraging. Go find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; that remotely fits the 3 aforementioned adjectives and be friends with it/him/her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&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/1360689690423369959-6201969645203582566?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6201969645203582566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6201969645203582566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6201969645203582566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6201969645203582566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/process.html' title='The Process'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2917936414614738138</id><published>2009-03-07T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:47:07.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Lopez, Wake Up Mr. Lopez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SbL-z_qbvxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/toke8O1_uL4/s1600-h/guy-thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SbL-z_qbvxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/toke8O1_uL4/s320/guy-thinking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310587079839432466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;. It's one of my favorite and most frequent hobbies in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean staring off into space and thinking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-sense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean &lt;span&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dreaming&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vision-casting&lt;/span&gt; for my life, following&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; every&lt;/span&gt; trail of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;, losing myself in the boundless &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; God has waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earnestly try to write everything down or record it for the sake of reference. I want to make this stuff happen, I don't want to leave it as a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous pair of lab mice described what I'm feeling best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinky:&lt;/span&gt; "What are we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brain: &lt;/span&gt;The same thing we do every night, Pinky: try and take over the world!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2917936414614738138?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2917936414614738138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2917936414614738138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2917936414614738138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2917936414614738138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-lopez-wake-up-mr-lopez.html' title='Mr. Lopez, Wake Up Mr. Lopez'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SbL-z_qbvxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/toke8O1_uL4/s72-c/guy-thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6191223007161719996</id><published>2009-03-05T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:47:25.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MVP's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honest;&lt;/span&gt; I thought tonight's band rehearsal would be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete wreck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; drum kit was left in storage so we busted out our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back-up&lt;/span&gt; drum kit. The thing seriously makes me laugh out loud; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; legs, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sliding&lt;/span&gt; bass drum, 1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad ill-tuned&lt;/span&gt; tom, no bueno. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt;, our drummer, totally made the best of it - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they sounded great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rei&lt;/span&gt;, our lead guitarist, left work only to find a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead car&lt;/span&gt; in the parking lot. Long story short: my Dad drove all the way from Bradenton to pick him up and then take him to practice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dave,&lt;/span&gt; our bass player, works strenuously all week and fought through the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parking lot&lt;/span&gt; known as the "Howard Franklin Bridge" for who knows how long to finally arrive with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great attitude to serve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; my mic stand (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably me&lt;/span&gt;) so with the help of some ingenious minds, I was able to rig up a stand using a slightly-too-short &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PVC pipe&lt;/span&gt;, some colored &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rubber bands&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hand truck&lt;/span&gt; - haha, I wish I was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To add to the stress list, I wrote a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new song&lt;/span&gt; that I wanted to spear-head for execution &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and I just didn't know if we could pull it off. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt;, our sound tech, was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voice of encouragement&lt;/span&gt; all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melted&lt;/span&gt; each others faces off with one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; rehearsal performances to date. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith, Dave, Rei, Rick: I love you guys&lt;/span&gt;, so proud to serve with you. Sunday here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-6191223007161719996?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6191223007161719996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6191223007161719996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6191223007161719996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6191223007161719996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/mvps.html' title='MVP&apos;s'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2485521224493876833</id><published>2009-03-04T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:47:41.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;growing pains&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind you usually think of. It's more the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;growing pains&lt;/span&gt; I suffer from are the kind that come from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wishing &lt;/span&gt;you were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faster&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wider&lt;/span&gt; than you are ready for or God for that matter is prepared to allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Rick Warren's famous mantras states that "God is more concerned with our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; than our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the multi-faceted truth of this statement today when God let it occur to me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I'm not at rock-star status because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; God knows me well enough to know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I'd screw it up and just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; He's more focused on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;welding my integrity&lt;/span&gt; together at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every vulnerable seam&lt;/span&gt; and also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe I'm not God?&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/1360689690423369959-2485521224493876833?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2485521224493876833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2485521224493876833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2485521224493876833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2485521224493876833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7582763919881900069</id><published>2009-03-04T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:47:56.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Psalms 37:4 says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delight yourself &lt;/span&gt;in the LORD and he will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give you&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desires of your heart&lt;/span&gt;." (NIV)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delight &lt;/span&gt;means great joy or to find pleasure in. It's as if God is saying, 'stick with me kid and I'll take you places you've never imagined.' The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desires of my heart&lt;/span&gt; include the realized and unrealized dreams. The things I've verbalized and even the stuff that hasn't come to mind yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Verse 5 goes like this. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commit your way &lt;/span&gt;to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this:" (NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commit your way&lt;/span&gt;: commit your lifestyle, your character; the way you roll.  Make all of that God's and He will make your ministry and even your life look and become irresistible to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Verse 6 continues, "He will make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your righteousness &lt;/span&gt;shine like the dawn, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;justice of your cause &lt;/span&gt;like the noonday sun." (NIV)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righteousness &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justice &lt;/span&gt;are usually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;public perspectives&lt;/span&gt;. If you live &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;righteously&lt;/span&gt;, chances are people know it. In our judicial system, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt; is reached by numerous people. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corporate experiences&lt;/span&gt;. So if the public perception of your life or ministry shines like the noonday sun (the most brilliant, beaming time for sunlight in the day) I'd say your set for exponential growth on either side.&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/1360689690423369959-7582763919881900069?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7582763919881900069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7582763919881900069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7582763919881900069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7582763919881900069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/psalms.html' title='Psalms'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-5943746565682643876</id><published>2009-03-03T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:48:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toward The Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight I experienced God in an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intimate &lt;/span&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; running&lt;/span&gt; for honestly the first time in years - literally. I have never been a fan of running. I've always complained that as a skinny kid it just makes me more skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was frigid and my joints weren't nearly prepared for such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traverse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;, I took off in the direction that seemed most well-lit and tried to focus my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued to push my body to its limit something in my mind shifted. It was as if these dormant goals and dreams in my life began to materialize before me. I blame it on the adrenaline. I picked up my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't just running anymore. I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; chasing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pictured Jesus on the horizon. With no particular route in mind, I just couldn't bring myself to look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind me&lt;/span&gt;.  Cheesy-ness accepted, I'm telling you I ran like my life depended on it. I began to pray out loud. I began to verbally revisit promises that only God and I had made with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain and fatigue were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blurred&lt;/span&gt; at this point; stopping wouldn't have even helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I neared my house I was reminded of the scripture Philippians 3:13. It reads, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Forgetting what is behind and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;straining toward what is ahead&lt;/span&gt;, I press on toward the goal&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;declaration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 5 accidental miles later I  learned first hand the joy of this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;. If it means that I'm the crazy guy yelling at the air while cars whiz by, I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; give up. I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; quit on this. I will press on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toward the goal&lt;/span&gt; to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&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/1360689690423369959-5943746565682643876?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/5943746565682643876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=5943746565682643876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5943746565682643876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5943746565682643876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/toward-goal.html' title='Toward The Goal'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-1782434732681371538</id><published>2009-03-01T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:48:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God &amp; Submarines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaspEljzLBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ug2xDvvL9y8/s1600-h/Submarine6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaspEljzLBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ug2xDvvL9y8/s320/Submarine6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308381744564743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose lips &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sink&lt;/span&gt; ships. Can't that be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Submarines &lt;/span&gt;are built to withstand large amounts of aquatic pressure as well as a certain extent of artillery blast. Sailors take refuge within their hulls for months or even years at a time to withstand the obvious killer surge of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high-pressure&lt;/span&gt; ocean water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Submarines&lt;/span&gt; are nearly always equipped with some form of weaponry for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;defense&lt;/span&gt;. Bottom line, they are prepared to do whatever it takes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep the water out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;familiar &lt;/span&gt;spiritually speaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever find yourself subconsciously doing whatever you can to keep the conviction of God's presence out of sight and mind. Lately, I've been realizing that I put up this same safe guard in times where the penetrating presence of God is most concentrated or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high-pressured&lt;/span&gt; if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sat in worship services with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;submarine &lt;/span&gt;mentality: nothing in, nothing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if I expect God’s boundless glory to be confined to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comfortable dimensions&lt;/span&gt; of my humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's presence is piercing; once the outer exterior is compromised it's a flood. Let's go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-1782434732681371538?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/1782434732681371538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=1782434732681371538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1782434732681371538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/1782434732681371538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-submarines.html' title='God &amp; Submarines'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaspEljzLBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ug2xDvvL9y8/s72-c/Submarine6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2271934313520101898</id><published>2009-02-28T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:17:07.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Before Seen Footage</title><content type='html'>I found cutting room floor footage of Steve casting the vision for the Stop Campaign in an Ybor alley-way. As the month long initiative comes to a corporate end I thought I'd spice up the original footage and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3405568&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3405568&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3405568"&gt;The Stop Campaign | Teaser IV&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1155265"&gt;The Stop Campaign&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2271934313520101898?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2271934313520101898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2271934313520101898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2271934313520101898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2271934313520101898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-before-seen-footage.html' title='Never Before Seen Footage'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-5112212134391745158</id><published>2009-02-27T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:30:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Neat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaejoOFHT9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KuhdgDG2raM/s1600-h/Super+Neat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaejoOFHT9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KuhdgDG2raM/s320/Super+Neat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307390597249060818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess who's coming into town tomorrow. Yes. Mama and Papa Dukes. We're all gonna hang out as a family for the weekend which I'm actually excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not-so-exciting part? I have to clean like a banshee to get my place in shape for the likes of my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to over-spiritualize a simple visit from the fam but I realized the parallels of such last minute cleaning in my walk with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I actually keep things in order regardless of inspection. Why don't I just do what I know is right consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;integrity&lt;/span&gt;. And I think I can transparently say that I'm striving for more of it because I don't have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Discipline my heart to be ready for any visit from You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-5112212134391745158?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/5112212134391745158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=5112212134391745158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5112212134391745158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5112212134391745158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-neat.html' title='Super Neat'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaejoOFHT9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KuhdgDG2raM/s72-c/Super+Neat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-879041358087168600</id><published>2009-02-25T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:04:50.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stop Campaign | Main Feature</title><content type='html'>Here it is. A little footage, a little color correction and some melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3391689&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=950101&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3391689&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=950101&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-879041358087168600?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/879041358087168600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=879041358087168600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/879041358087168600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/879041358087168600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-campaign-main-feature.html' title='The Stop Campaign | Main Feature'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7795367796984905715</id><published>2009-02-24T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:46:52.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome. Super productive. Super light-hearted. Super heavy in content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had our creative team meeting for the &lt;a href="http://www.thecpoint.com/"&gt;CP&lt;/a&gt;. I love getting together with a group of people with varying talents and assets while all being woven tightly by our central focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it bluntly, we kicked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-know-what&lt;/span&gt; tonight. And the awesome part is I know God agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scriptures tell us that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; vision people perish. It's one of those 'if P then Q' statements so imagine what the reverse is like. I think God didn't include the other side to that truth because he left it up to our imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what happens to the people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of perish, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-7795367796984905715?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7795367796984905715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7795367796984905715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7795367796984905715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7795367796984905715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2955775147115113943</id><published>2009-02-23T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:38:58.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Creativity Blog</title><content type='html'>I've really been thinking a lot about creativity and what fuels it, how to flow with it, how to keep it in motion and, most importantly at the moment, how to apply it toward my life in ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was driving in my car this afternoon and I really feel God gave me some clarity and truth on the matter. Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a limited commodity. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nor&lt;/span&gt; is it an object of vulnerable supply. Creativity &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker: Creativity &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time-line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I mean. I analyze my life a lot. Almost to a fault. I know it's unhealthy but the perfectionist in me has the tendency to scrutinize past projects or ministry endeavors that I've been apart of and think that I've wasted some creativity along the way. But the big picture truth is that it's necessary to expend whatever creativity you have at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;moment in order to do it again in the future. It's as if to say, "If I don't use my best idea now, although it might be ill-supported, I might not make room for the next big idea to come through." God doesn't allow women in labor to press the pause button to make sure the baby is good looking does He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the forefront of creativity (literally and figuratively) is the verb, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt;. So if this holds true, then to access creativity is to make something new or to manufacture out of thin air, right? So really, the natural progression of creating is to do it over and over again. Life reproduces and so does creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible reads in Psalms 45:16, "Instead of Your fathers shall be Your sons, Whom You shall make princes in all the earth" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NKJ&lt;/span&gt;). The crucial word in this context is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;along with &lt;/span&gt;because I believe God was trying to make the point that life has a natural progression of one generation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;succeeding&lt;/span&gt; the next.  So does creativity trump itself with every new idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is a time-line. Access it and watch it run its beautiful, natural course. It's always there, it just might be hiding beneath the debris of preoccupation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2955775147115113943?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2955775147115113943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2955775147115113943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2955775147115113943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2955775147115113943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-creativity-blog.html' title='Another Creativity Blog'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-5580506350076843762</id><published>2009-02-06T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:14:04.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creactivity</title><content type='html'>You know, our world would be a pretty drab place without creativity. Our city sky-lines would consist of 1-story monopoly board game houses. We would no longer have need for museums or art galleries. Our technology would never surpass sticks and stones. And who knows what we'd do with broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if we served an uncreative God. The gorgeous landscapes we know and admire would look like desaturated polaroids on an equally unimpressive earthly canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not even discuss what music would sound like. We'd all be listening to worn-out John Denver records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I say all of this to emphasize the truth that we DO live in a creative world and we DO serve the most creative being in all existence. So how much more should our creativity reflect the originator of every brilliant idea or eureka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll ever truly know how many inventions or ideas have come from some desperate creator locking him or herself in a room until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; idea came to them. I believe that creativity takes action. It means taking part in an intentional activity that sparks that dormant thought process leading to a new idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually in that locked room right now as I type, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-5580506350076843762?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/5580506350076843762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=5580506350076843762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5580506350076843762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5580506350076843762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/02/creactivity.html' title='Creactivity'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-3359015553589906676</id><published>2009-02-04T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:02:43.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stop Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SYqaxEP1PMI/AAAAAAAAADo/wKb3y1lVnl0/s1600-h/stop-billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SYqaxEP1PMI/AAAAAAAAADo/wKb3y1lVnl0/s320/stop-billboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299218079299222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a whirlwind these past few months and I've barely noticed the time fly by. I am so incredibly pumped about this new generosity initiative &lt;a href="http://www.thecpoint.com/"&gt;our church&lt;/a&gt; has launched called &lt;a href="http://www.haveyoubeenstopped.com/"&gt;The Stop Campaign&lt;/a&gt;. It's already becoming a huge success within our community and even across the nation.  I was blown away to view our online analytics reports which indicated hits in more than 20 different states. It's so exciting to be a part of something bigger than yourself, especially from the ground level. I give God all the credit for the countless hours of creative branding and marketing that we've invested into this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awesome example of the power behind a simple act of kindness. I drove by Gunn Highway to snap a picture of our newly risen 48' billboard and happened to notice a Wendy's maybe 50 yards away. I went to the drive-thru, ordered my food, and told the girl in the window to go ahead and pay for the SUV behind me. The catch was that she would give them a "have you been stopped?" card along with their order. The girl seriously looked at me like I just yelled "bomb" in an airport. Priceless. So as I drove up, watched her give them my card, saw the look of confusion on their faces, I drove away hoping that I had just brought some kind of value to their day. I also thought it would be great if they simply looked to their right to notice the huge towering billboard with the same mysterious website as the card. Talk about situational irony. I would be speeding home to see what that was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampa is my city. It's God's city. And when I moved here, I made a vow to change this place and be changed with it. This is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-3359015553589906676?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/3359015553589906676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=3359015553589906676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3359015553589906676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3359015553589906676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-campaign.html' title='The Stop Campaign'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SYqaxEP1PMI/AAAAAAAAADo/wKb3y1lVnl0/s72-c/stop-billboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-998598667352768812</id><published>2008-09-22T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:36:31.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Musica.</title><content type='html'>God is so brilliant. I'll explain why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He created music - arguably, the single most effective, passionate, emotion-evoking, communicative, spiritually-charged avenue for expression in my life, and in billions of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you an embarrassing, yet true story that only my closest friends know of. Basically when I was about 4 years old I was a very loud, mischievous little Cuban boy. I am still at least 1 of those 3 things. I lived in New Jersey at the time and from as early as I can remember, I was in love with "la musica" as my Grandma called it. So one day while my entire family and I were sitting in church waiting for the offertory song to be sung, my impatient little 4 year old mind picked up on the fact that the sound guy was having trouble with the track.  The poor lady singing was just standing there awkwardly waiting for her cue. So I thought something should be said. Within seconds, I stood to my feet on top of the pew (which probably actually elevated me to the height of very short man), turned to the sound man and I yelled in my native tongue..."Donde esta la musica!?" Where's the music, I said. My mom was absolutely horrified being that this was a predominantly spanish-speaking congregation. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; that music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - I got spanked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all this because I am sitting here in my loft, listening to the likes of Phil Wickham, Hillsong, Desperation Band, Matt Papa, and the list goes on. And I am nearly in tears by the spirit that these words and melodies carry. It's as if music serves as the singing telegram directly sent from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; artist - God himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in our 3rd service as a church (&lt;a href="http://www.thecpoint.com/"&gt;The Connection Point&lt;/a&gt;), I was leading the people in a song called "God of This City" which is dear to my heart. There was a moment in the middle of that song where it just hit me - this music is so powerful. Not because it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; voice singing it or any our musicians playing it, but because God created it. God orchestrated that moment before I ever was. That chorus has so much weight - "Greater things are still to be in this city." And I just think, "God, you aren't even done here. This isn't the best we'll get. There are more moments like this. Greater moments than this." And that thought alone stirs my heart to continue singing, creating, playing, writing, even humming and air-strumming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-998598667352768812?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/998598667352768812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=998598667352768812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/998598667352768812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/998598667352768812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-la-musica.html' title='Viva la Musica.'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-4813372274569014448</id><published>2008-09-17T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:44:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks alot, no seriously...thanks alot.</title><content type='html'>Today was great. I went into work (Chili's) ready to serve up some nostril-assaulting, onion-encrusted plates of food and realized I wasn't even on the schedule. So what does any young spontaneous server do in a time like this? I pretend like nothing else in life matters - like every other responsibility has also been mistakenly scheduled for another day.  And I begin to drive. I begin to drive to the soothing tones of Billy Joel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My destination? Bradenton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to see my dad who recently had back surgery and is enduring a very grueling recovery process both mentally and physically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets talk about Papa Lopez for a second. I love that guy. And since moving out I realized just how much I love him. I love him "this much" (my arms are spread open as far as they can go). I also love my mom "that much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, we shared laughs, a hug or two, great conversation, hilarious updates on family nuances that only a Lopez can appreciate, political excitement and frustration, and of course...some bodily noises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, my dad is the wisest guy on the street and my mom is the most loving, caring gal I know. And I am blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to say thanks, God, for everything. That's it. G'night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-4813372274569014448?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4813372274569014448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=4813372274569014448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4813372274569014448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/4813372274569014448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-alot-no-seriouslythanks-alot.html' title='Thanks alot, no seriously...thanks alot.'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2764494151338849869</id><published>2008-09-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:26:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutal Bullets</title><content type='html'>So here is a quick recap of the last few weeks of my life. The Connection Point team has been overhauling to make our launch weekend a success and it was. It was absolutely amazing and our second service was honestly even smoother. Our pre-service set-up achieved record timing. I can't wait for the weeks to come as we perfect our systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prior to all of that great success, here's a list of things that were so conveniently thrown in my path on the way to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took my ride ('93 Chrylser Concorde...Ladies, stay back) in for a routine oil change - left with a $300 package of 2 new tires and alignment because apparently I drive my car like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT&amp;amp;T so kindly charged me $1800+ for (incorrect) media use, completely draining my entire bank account, automatically draining every cent of my savings because of an automated overdraft protection feature I have and immediately rendering all of my accounts frozen and deeply in the red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manatee County Traffic Dept. sends me a summons letter stating my license will be suspended in a few days unless I pay a ticket (which I already paid). Explain that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The final payment (very crucial to my financial well-being) for a web project I've been working on for over a month was late by several weeks...throwing my finances into what I like to call the Ca-Ca shoot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So I know all of your are on the edge of your seats wondering what the relief or solution is to each of these brutal bullet points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simply grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been almost no solution to any of these issues, I'm actually still currently fighting most of them, calling AT&amp;amp;T every day to give me a refund credit, on the phone with the Bank, praying this doesn't ruin my credit, waiting for the Online Traffic School to mail me the necessary certificate of completion so that I can then mail it to the Manatee County Traffic Dept. to prove I've paid everything so I can keep my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet when I really think about how I don't deserve any of this, I am reminded that I AM SO deserving of all of this. I'm talking about my sin nature. I'm talking about the fact that even my best is still rags. And in spite of life's circumstances, God has still given me unmerited favor and blessing in so many areas of my life and I trust that He will get me through this. If Jesus could hang, nailed to a tree, for sins that He didn't commit and endure sufferings that He didn't deserve, how much more can I thank God for his grace when He pulls me out of situations where I DO deserve the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time this week to thank God for the things that you don't deserve...you'll realize that you'll be thanking him for quite some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2764494151338849869?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2764494151338849869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2764494151338849869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2764494151338849869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2764494151338849869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2008/09/brutal-bullets.html' title='Brutal Bullets'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-3327164100823223428</id><published>2008-07-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:08:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CommUNITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yesterday was a great day. I woke up and went to a great church in the area and really enjoyed their presentation of the gospel. I went to lunch with some of my close friends and then proceeded to spend the rest of the day with my good friend Rick. He and I are very much alike and share a common love for doing what I call "stupid guy crap" which translates into...whatever holds our attention for more than 15 minutes at a time.  This included going over future plans to create an internet business and make millions, co-authoring a book about spiritual gray issues, throwing basketballs from full court, sitting in my apartment destroying leftovers from Chili's and Five Guys, grocery shopping (random, yet amusing) and playing tennis while these stinky French people cooked fish at the grill station next to us. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing I did notice during our time around my apartment complex was the strong sense of community not just between Rick and I, but more noticeably, amongst the people at the teenagers at the pool, the families having cook-outs, the little kids playing on the playground, and the others walking their dogs. It just felt good to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It makes me think of the kind of community I want to see and produce at my church, The Connection Point. So I did some minor research and here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;The word community can be defined as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; a social group of any size whose members reside in a specific locality and often have a common cultural viewpoint or setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;. I also realized that the underlying root within the word community is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;unity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;And unity can be described as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;a state of being one, or an absence of diversity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I then found that word unity is used 235 times in the New Testament alone. In its hebrew form, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BSTGreek;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;ei|ß (pronounced "hice") the direct translation is "one." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;And although it's so simple and  almost redundant to be explained, I just felt as though God was confirming the simplicity of unity to be through those people yesterday. To be one, to be a fluid, active, living, breathing body...as one. Not that we have to dress the same, look the same, act the same, listen to the same music, or even believe 100% the same... but to just be one. To be one in the spirit, one in truth and one in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-3327164100823223428?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/3327164100823223428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=3327164100823223428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3327164100823223428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3327164100823223428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2008/07/community.html' title='CommUNITY'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7782559737584031491</id><published>2008-07-17T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:31:20.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official.</title><content type='html'>So I am an official resident of Tampa as of Tuesday night. I emphasize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; time to mark the reality of this endeavor because quite frankly, if you can last a night in an apartment with no food, nothing to drink,  sparse furnishing, no shower curtain, and a bed with no bed sheets...you are part of the "official" club in the morning. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have to give God so much praise for His faithfulness and covering in this would-be awkward time of transition. I am learning to rely on him and his grace in my time alone here and it is so rewarding. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I feel like Nehemiah as He was commissioned by God to rebuild the Jerusalem city walls. I don't believe that it was purely out of his anointing or intercession alone that the wall was rebuilt so quickly but more so out of his broken heart for the city that the wall and morale was restored. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nehemiah had a soft spot for his people and his cause. That was his fuel. I am so inspired by Chapter 4 where it reads, "Those who carried materials did their work with one hand and held a weapon in the other." That is true dedication. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In Chapter 6 it says the wall was completed in a startling 52 days and "not a gap was left in it," sending their enemies to scatter. I think that that finishing statement is so crucial to the model of God's promises - without gaps, no room for error. I feel like God is calling me to be the Nehemiah in my city. To be broken for the people, broken for the cause, to be violent for holiness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unwaivering&lt;/span&gt; in integral leadership. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So needless to say...I have a wall to rebuild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-7782559737584031491?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7782559737584031491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7782559737584031491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7782559737584031491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7782559737584031491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2008/07/official.html' title='Official.'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-7309240436974596201</id><published>2008-07-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:05:54.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I would personally like to take this brief moment to welcome myself back to the blog world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Welcome back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alright, moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's been quite some time since I've last blogged and my life has taken several twists and turns, mostly for the better. For one, I'm  moving to Tampa in 2 days to serve at a new church plant in Citrus Park, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.thecpoint.com/"&gt;The Connection Point&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. I will be serving along side a team of amazing friends as the Creative Arts Director. This translates into the following: leading worship and heading up the Creative team with graphics/web/service production/whatever Pastor Steve wants. Basically, whatever it takes to connect real people to a real God in a real world as our team mantra would read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So that's the basic update, and I couldn't be more excited and more aware of the significance of this transitional time in my life. God is putting more weight on me than ever before and the only explanation I can account for is that He really thinks I can carry it. And honestly, there are days where I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;almost convinced that I can't do it...and then I'm reminded of the promise given to us in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Philippians 4:13 that says I can do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;things. And it's not by my strength but that of Christ. I love the promises of God because every where you see promise in the Bible, you also see God's unmerited favor. Think about it, God's promises are always a no-strings-attached package, and to take it even further they are always unconditional and usually undeserved. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In Romans 4:13-15, Paul writes of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; famous promise that God gave Abraham—that he and his children would possess the earth—and the beauty of it was that it was not given because of something Abraham did or would do. It was based on God's decision to put everything together for him, which Abraham then entered into when he believed. If those who get what God gives them only get it by doing everything they are told to do and by filling out all the right forms properly signed, sealed, delivered (I'm Yours) then that eliminates personal trust completely and turns the promise into an "ironclad contract" as the Word says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's not a holy promise; that's a business deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am so thankful that God is not an Indian-giver, nor a profit hungry business man, but a promise keeper to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-7309240436974596201?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/7309240436974596201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=7309240436974596201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7309240436974596201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/7309240436974596201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-3518160739905726151</id><published>2007-09-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:26:52.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><title type='text'>I'm God's Daughter-in-law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the other night I was having a great conversation with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this friend and I were discussing the role of the church in modern society, but more specifically, in our immediate sphere of life. What purposes does it serve in &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; world and in &lt;em&gt;my/your&lt;/em&gt; world? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is what I concluded to put it simply: God is God. God is in everything. But God is not church. Because God is God. And church is church. duh. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God has a son. His son's name is Jesus. If Jesus had a wife, her name would be "the church." The church is the bride of Christ. We, as believers, are the bride of Christ. We are the church. We are Jesus' wife. Still with me? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So technically, if Jesus is the son of God, and the church is His bride, that kind of makes the church God's daughter-in-law. An important role in la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt;, but not quite AS important as the son himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But like every great bride, the church is meant to love and serve and fulfill the needs of Christ. And in return, like every good hubby, Jesus is our protector, provider, and unconditional lover. Sounds like a match made in heaven eh? (pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therefore, church, in the physical/social definition of the word, is important, but not everything in the grand scheme of faith. Before you crucify me for blasphemy, hear me out. What I'm saying is, if you fit into that group of us that have missed more than one church service, or don't look and act like everyone else, or happen to have sinned more than twice in your life, you shouldn't feel as though you've missed the boat. We don't just go to church, we ARE the church, and the church is a beautiful, romantic body with the potential to remedy every one of this world's infirmities with God's love. Let's make our man proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-3518160739905726151?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/3518160739905726151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=3518160739905726151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3518160739905726151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/3518160739905726151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-other-night-i-was-having-great.html' title='I&apos;m God&apos;s Daughter-in-law'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-8387193595566256507</id><published>2007-09-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:40:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empire Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Rt-EUcESs4I/AAAAAAAAABc/mTR0naG8Ifg/s1600-h/Empire+thinking+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106945989127877506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Rt-EUcESs4I/AAAAAAAAABc/mTR0naG8Ifg/s400/Empire+thinking+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Through out the course of history, several ancient empires have risen to power to by conquering their surrounding territories and preserving a strong imperial drive through the generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The Assyrians, the Babylonians, the Greeks, the Persians, the Romans – they all established strong empires through strategic military and political advances. One common denominator sticks out – a tradition of greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Take the Spartans for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As soon as the children were physically able, they were trained vigorously at a special training academy where they were hardened in body and mind; taught to fight with ferocity, skill, and valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The point is that these young children were instilled from birth that their lives were destined for greatness. Success was a given. They did not think this way out of arrogance but out of the understanding that success was always attainable through relentless effort. They were told that their very existence was crucial to their people’s survival; that their existence made Sparta better, stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whether this was actually true or not, they believed it with every fiber of their being. And that is what I believe actually does make it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your point?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if we lived in a world where from day one, it was stressed to you that your presence in your family, on this earth, and in this global community, makes everything better. You are meant for greatness. You are a wellspring of potential. The whole world depends on your life’s contribution. Nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does God fit into all of this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God is calling us to be Empire thinkers. He wants us to develop our generation, and the generations that follow, into people who realize the weight of His call and purpose. We’ve been called to go into the unconquered places (i.e. school, work, home, etc.) and to make disciples for our Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Stop everything. Think about it. Go realize your greatness. Come back. And go tell someone about theirs. &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/1360689690423369959-8387193595566256507?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/8387193595566256507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=8387193595566256507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8387193595566256507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8387193595566256507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2007/09/empire-thinking.html' title='Empire Thinking'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Rt-EUcESs4I/AAAAAAAAABc/mTR0naG8Ifg/s72-c/Empire+thinking+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-603469851781101988</id><published>2007-09-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:20:48.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Día del Trabaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Labor day is a funny joke. If the creators of this oxymoronic holiday were referring to the labor involved in being extremely lazy all day, then alright, we're on the same page. I agree that is hard work doing this much of nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you who shared the same confusion about this holiday, read on... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Labor Day celebrations began in 1882, originating from a desire by the Central Labor Union to create a day off for the "working man". It is obviously still celebrated mainly as a day of rest and marks the symbolic end of summer for many. Labor Day became a federal holiday by an act of Congress in 1894.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What does this mean for you and I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea but I like asking that question because It makes the reader anticipate a very intelligent, informative answer to no avail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I do wonder is why we didn't name the thing, "Take A Break Day", or how about "Hey, Chill Out Week", or even "Mom, I'm freaking playing XBOX, turn off the garbage disposal 'cause I can't hear where the shooting is coming from!...Day." Any of these potential holiday titles would adequately suffice in describing the contents of such a labor-free day. And furthermore, they would prepare a foreigner for "how we roll" in the United States of Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Either way, I commend you Central Labor Union Worker Man for getting fed up with constant productivity - who needs that anyway? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I say all this to say, Happy Labor Day. It's good to know we're sharing the fun with Puerto Rico, the Canal Zone, and the Virgin Islands. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Rtwyy8ESsyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cyebQ7z4W0c/s1600-h/FGTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011928230277922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Rtwyy8ESsyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cyebQ7z4W0c/s200/FGTH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as a group of well-versed philosophers from the UK, better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;known as Frankie Goes To Hollywood, once wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Relax, don't do it, when you want to go do it." - Let that move you.&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/1360689690423369959-603469851781101988?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/603469851781101988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=603469851781101988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/603469851781101988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/603469851781101988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2007/09/da-del-trabaje.html' title='Día del Trabaje'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/Rtwyy8ESsyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cyebQ7z4W0c/s72-c/FGTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-5003597907003618565</id><published>2007-09-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:25:13.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='use a towel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental scars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run for your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YMCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locker room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vomit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trauma'/><title type='text'>YMC...Ahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The YMCA - it is a fertile ground for physical discpline in the community.  Such disciplines would include sculpting and crafting your body into a desired form of anatomical art.  Others would be the discipline to not look down while a certain clothing-impaired old man strikes up small talk in the locker room.  Take a guess which discipline I exercised earlier this afternoon - you guessed it, the second one.   &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...You know, I really want to go on and somehow transform this traumatic blog into some kind of deep, spiritual truth.  But I really can't.  And in fact, I think it's much more amusing to leave it at that and allow such mental images to sink in for further comedic effect. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The moral of today's story is this: eye contact is everything.  Just don't let your eyes contact anything below the waist.  Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-5003597907003618565?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/5003597907003618565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=5003597907003618565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5003597907003618565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/5003597907003618565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2007/09/ymcahhh.html' title='YMC...Ahhh'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-2233525324325914437</id><published>2007-08-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:13:43.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potential'/><title type='text'>Potential Essentials</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several meanings can be ascribed to the word Potential. Synonyms such as possible, prospective, and capability appear in any household thesaurus. Potential is most often defined in two modes: scientific and humanistic. Furthermore, there are two different types of energy in the study of chemistry, one of which is potential energy. An object that has potential energy has an impending amount of force or possible exertion. In application to humans, our potential is the capabilities we possess but have not yet tapped into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Potent Potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We as humans and as Christians possess an immense amount of potential within in us, but the situations that we find ourselves are also opportunities of potential to be shown; circumstances have potential as well. In 1 Samuel 9:21-27, the truth that God sees our potential when we do not is illustrated through the story of Saul. God chose him to be King out of His divine plan although Saul doubted himself. Samuel followed God’s instructions to pour a flask of olive oil over Saul’s head and anoint him as King over Israel. It is imperative that we trust God’s decisions when evaluating the changes that he ushers into our lives. Every situation has the potential to be a divine appointment of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Spread the Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God has the ability to multiply our potential if we give him our talents and abilities without inhibition or ulterior motives. In John 6:1-13 when Jesus fed the five thousand, he accepted the young boy’s offering and multiplied his potential as a result of his selflessness. The boy saw the need and without a second thought he sacrificed his meal for the sake of the hungry masses. This aspect of God’s multiplication is not dependent on our individual amount of potential but more so the willingness in our hearts to submit our potential to His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Effort.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our potential is not something that we have to constantly grow by ourselves. God increases our abilities to meet the need for His plan to be done. Philippians 1:6 supplants this truth by saying, “…being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Working toward greater potential can be a difficult task when satisfaction creeps in. Complacency in growth is detrimental the body of Christ. Philippians 3:12 provides a healthy template for the attitude we should keep concerning our potential and the goals we set for ourselves: “Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is great emphasis on our potential as believers here on earth however our true potential is in heaven. In my life, I regard my potential as something very valuable. Not a day goes by that I do not dream of the greatness that God has for my life. Potential is an exciting concept and to think that God has orchestrated an amazing outcome of faith and success for our lives is incredible. The logical step to follow His plan is to accept the fact that we have greatness within through Jesus while at the same time humbling ourselves to allow His complete control of our potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360689690423369959-2233525324325914437?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2233525324325914437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=2233525324325914437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2233525324325914437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/2233525324325914437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2007/08/potential-essentials.html' title='Potential Essentials'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-8587704014156179916</id><published>2007-08-25T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:55:39.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Varley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Night Fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scientology'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Saturday-Night-Fever-Poster-C10073861.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Saturday-Night-Fever-Poster-C10073861.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Saturday night. 8:10 pm, Eastern Time. What does this mean for you? Probably a time marker in the middle of a hip and happening night out. What does this mean for me? Um, I think my room is starting to smell like that of a rotting young mind in it's prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got Saturday Night Fever&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scientologist&lt;/span&gt;. (shameless John Travolta plug)&lt;shameless&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I know I should be praying, writing a song, being creative, using this void in my day to further God's kingdom or pioneer a noble search for the cure of some epidemic disease, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why do you think we do that? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why do you think we allow the pseudo-tragedy of boredom to handicap our lives as if it really has no cure? We're not dealing with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma here, people. To put it simply, we're dealing with an absence of the things that we usually do with our time. The equation goes like this: time - stuff = boredom. And if we follow through with the equation and stuff is subtracted from time then what we're left with is more open time. Where in history did we go wrong to think that free time is a bad thing? It's all about perspective. Free time from a job or another arduous task of life is great, we all love that kind of free time. Free time spent in your house, alone, away from friends or the civilized world due to a lack of transportation, money, or invitation...now that is what we hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point to all of this is that our perspective dictates our definition of free time into either boredom or opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is a self-actualization for me I suppose. This term was brought to prominence in Abraham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maslow's&lt;/span&gt; "hierarchy of needs" theory, as the final level of psychological development that can be achieved when all basic and meta needs are fulfilled and the ‘actualization’ of the full personal potential takes place. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"By Job I think he's got it!" Oh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closing truth: We need to see opportunity where our Creator leaves it. Imagine a world where every waking moment was spent being productive? It's a daunting task. Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Varley&lt;/span&gt;, a British revivalist, said this, "The world has yet to see what God can do with a man fully consecrated to him. By God’s help, I aim to be that man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boredom is the enemy's idea. Opportunity is God's. Your perspective could be the elusive cure to Saturday Night Fever. Choose wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1360689690423369959-8587704014156179916?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/8587704014156179916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=8587704014156179916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8587704014156179916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/8587704014156179916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360689690423369959.post-6727770002742919404</id><published>2007-08-24T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:56:48.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First blog'/><title type='text'>I cave, you cave, we all cave for blogging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go ahead and say it. Say, "I told you so." Say that you knew I'd eventually cave. And you were right. I got sick of all the commotion and insider's language taking place before my eyes and I had to join in. My name is Gabe Lopez and I am now a blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The question now is what to write about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One thing I should add is how I love the duplicity in personality that nearly all bloggers (at least the one's whom I know personally in "real life") exhibit. Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean for this hypothesis to convey a derogatory notion toward all those who pour their hearts into an electronic journal. I've just noticed that most people release all inhibitions when sitting behind safeguard of a 15" (give or take a few inches) glass/LCD monitor. Myself included, typing your thoughts as opposed to penciling in a journal, is just much more precise in that your thoughts are most efficiently spelled out because of the ease of edit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Al Gore, I applaud your inventive brilliance. (For those of you that missed that, tis better to have something sharp go over your head than right at it - think about that)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As far as my duplicity-theory goes, the role which people occupy in their online-writing versus the nuances of their face-to-face personality and dialogue are often comically different. For instance, by day, the token shy kid sitting at the loner's lounge lunch table might double at night as a debonair Shakespearean keyboard charmer. God bless America - land of the free, home of the weird. See my point here? Anyway, for me, this blog will serve as a much-needed outlet for thoughts, visions, dreams, creativity and whatever else God inspires my little head to produce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm tired now and exhausted from such an immense release of energy in order to bring this blog to life, to your life. Till the next time iBLOG, be blessed and remember...if you want to keep your world clean, put your rubbish in the bin. Goodnight.&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/1360689690423369959-6727770002742919404?l=gabelopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/feeds/6727770002742919404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360689690423369959&amp;postID=6727770002742919404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6727770002742919404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360689690423369959/posts/default/6727770002742919404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabelopez.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cave-you-cave-we-all-cave-for.html' title='I cave, you cave, we all cave for blogging?'/><author><name>Gabe Lopez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjVbaU39IkE/SaWNQnoLSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CghevWto_CA/S220/gabe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
