<?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-1265038860876077158</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:47:29.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release...Belief</title><subtitle type='html'>all is hallelujah</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-578580164210221918</id><published>2010-06-10T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:52:49.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spoke to my pastor on sunday about the spiritual chemistry of a group or community...ugh...that word 'community' carries so much baggage for me now after 4 years of being inside and outside of one..of contributing to to it's virtues and vices...singing over it and selling it out...neglecting it, as well as coddling it......and waiting for it to refresh our spiritual existence.It's become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/578580164210221918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=578580164210221918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/578580164210221918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/578580164210221918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-spoke-to-my-pastor-on-sunday-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-4789472181094459013</id><published>2010-04-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:04:23.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in the studio, silently judging Kelsey and Caleb's vocals.We'll have some new music out soon, which is exciting! Josh OC is recording us for his senior project at McNally, which means its also free. Doing band stuff, if y'all didn't know, is epic expensive, so anything we can get gratis is a God-send. It'll be nice to be a little bit more guerrilla about this CD too. we'll be doing a lot more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/4789472181094459013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=4789472181094459013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/4789472181094459013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/4789472181094459013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-in-studio-silently-judging-kelsey.html' title=''/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-5090997547631314820</id><published>2010-04-11T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:00:05.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been fighting to stay in high spirits lately. I have limited time left for the things in my life that are less than enjoyable. However, the home stretch is often the part of the race that demands one's endurance the most.I'm looking toward this summer, when things will change. Hopes for a new house, new job, new priorities, and acceptance to grad school are all rising, but I have nothing but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/5090997547631314820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=5090997547631314820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/5090997547631314820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/5090997547631314820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-fighting-to-stay-in-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-3859025441463060620</id><published>2010-04-09T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:24:45.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #7</title><summary type='text'>I certainly killed some brain cells inhaling so many noxious fumes (from household cleaners) today, but our house's kitchen, this morning a disaster area, is now an immaculate, unspoiled oasis of domestic tranquility and efficiency.I used to get angry about messes, but I guess I just realized eventually that being upset, complaining, implicating, and justifying one's personal cleanliness doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/3859025441463060620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=3859025441463060620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/3859025441463060620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/3859025441463060620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-7.html' title='Day #7'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-8911276421658465287</id><published>2010-04-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:45:08.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes band practice...No band practice...yes band practice...on and on and on.....Cancelled!Haha....I really don't mind. that just seems to be how decisions are made sometimes. Sometimes we go through several versions of resolution before being confident in our choices.I drive a route of kindergartners in the mornings, and I've come to realize that the portrayal of this age group in the classic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/8911276421658465287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=8911276421658465287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/8911276421658465287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/8911276421658465287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-band-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-2375475697590622533</id><published>2010-04-07T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:28:15.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #5</title><summary type='text'>If this post seems disjointed, it's because I'm multitasking. It's important to be caught up on Lost.Also I had a very long day of work, made far longer by a broken down bus, one of the chief potential hazards of my job. Ol' bus 617 seems to be the unluckiest bus in the fleet. Perhaps I should check if 'The Numbers' are written on any of the internal mechanisms (I won't write them here. Lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/2375475697590622533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=2375475697590622533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/2375475697590622533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/2375475697590622533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-5.html' title='Day #5'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-170663351841990368</id><published>2010-04-06T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:30:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #4</title><summary type='text'>Saw David Bazan last night.This is a guy who, essentially, just wrote a 'breaking-up-with-God' record, and yet i have many Christian friends who went to this show and, if I'm not to bold to assume so, seemed genuinely inspired by his honesty and harsh perception of the challenge of faith. Believe me, between his lyrics and the occasional one-liner between songs, he did not pull any punches, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/170663351841990368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=170663351841990368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/170663351841990368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/170663351841990368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/saw-david-bazan-last-night.html' title='Day #4'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-193958264357918497</id><published>2010-04-05T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:55:03.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #3</title><summary type='text'>I don't wish upon anyone the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when i thought that, for the next 2 months, i would have to spend 6 hours of my day driving without any music. No Ipod, radio...nothing!The radio on my bus was on the fritz today, and, being in the habit of listening to either my aptly-compiled and named 'Bus' playlists on my Ipod or the entirety of Barb Abney and Mary Lucia's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/193958264357918497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=193958264357918497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/193958264357918497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/193958264357918497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-3.html' title='Day #3'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-6776810416302689745</id><published>2010-04-04T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:42:48.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2</title><summary type='text'>The unique state of vacuous morality in which our world spins creates paradoxes that elevate greater truths out of the presence of the divine.Or, in other words, God seems to get a kick out of letting all of the bad and weird in the world prove all of the good.That was, in essence, the purpose of the cross, right? Jesus took the most intense torture and death upon Himself to let evil, basically, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/feeds/6776810416302689745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265038860876077158&amp;postID=6776810416302689745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/6776810416302689745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265038860876077158/posts/default/6776810416302689745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrettw.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-2.html' title='Day #2'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15031788345077718210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265038860876077158.post-5134638589679427160</id><published>2010-04-03T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:38:33.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #1</title><summary type='text'>Consistency is difficult to maintain when you keep it to yourself. I feel like individuals tend to fall off the bandwagons they try to construct on their own. It may have something to do with an innate desire to be affirmed in our actions and ideas, or maybe it's just unnatural to be passionate about something without letting it out. 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