<?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-7217881387894082595</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:32:28.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorant Bliss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-3038326608724579369</id><published>2009-01-08T19:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:19:05.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started a new job which is awesome. I have a great team and a brand new property we are opening in Lafayette, LA. It is incredibly hard work but it is also very fulfilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the new job I needed a new ride to get me to and fro. So I hopped over to Texas last weekend and picked up a Mazda RX-8. This is a sharp car with some great performance. It has much more power than the Bimmer. I do miss the Z3 but it was a good car and I was ready for a change. This car actually has a back seat, I have yet figure out what to do with it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am much more laid back and happy with life right now with the new job. During the time between jobs I had a lot of time to reflect on life and my relationship with God. I am convinced that this is why I feel better, and I am determined to keep it this way. Over the last year I let it slip away and was consumed by work and trying to make other people happy. This is not what life is about. There really is so much &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SWazqjbCbsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UW7cLsY2r50/s1600-h/CIMG1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289112356037750466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SWazqjbCbsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UW7cLsY2r50/s320/CIMG1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-3038326608724579369?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3038326608724579369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=3038326608724579369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3038326608724579369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3038326608724579369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SWazqjbCbsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UW7cLsY2r50/s72-c/CIMG1024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-8568046022884866279</id><published>2008-12-10T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:36.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Seasons</title><content type='html'>Seems like I am not the only one going though a change in my life.  Tonight we heard from Julio Melara at church.  In the last year I have gained a very high respect for Julio and when he speaks I focus on the words coming out, because they have definite meaning behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message tonight was on changing seasons in life.  Was there anyone else in the room?  I know that I was certainly meant to hear this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point I especially liked and will be thinking on over then next few days is: Many times in our lives our foundations are shaken.  When this happens we turn to God, only to find that it was God who was shaking them.  Sometimes God must get our attention, and that is the only way he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Preparations of the heart, for a change in season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Have a heart of Gratitude (take NOTHING for granted)&lt;br /&gt;2)  Heart of Expectancy (Expect God's hand in your life)&lt;br /&gt;3)  A Humble heart (reach for heaven, but do so from your knees)&lt;br /&gt;4)  Focused heart ( every battle you face happens in the mind first, focus on what is right and good Phil 4:8)&lt;br /&gt;5)  A Relentless heart (don't give up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal 6:9 - And let us not lose HEART and grow weary and faint in acting nobly and doing right, for in DUE TIME and at the appointed SEASON we shall REAP, if we do not loosen and relax our courage and faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through LOW (Lonely, Overwhelmed, Weak) points in our life.  Use the Word to give you the strength you need to get you through these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the economy, your life,, money, children, or your job.  God knows all of this and he isn't worried one bit.  He created the heavens (yes all of the universe, that's a big place) and the earth.  During all of this God never even broke a sweat.  He did all of that so should a job or test or economy worry us when he is in control?  NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-8568046022884866279?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8568046022884866279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=8568046022884866279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/8568046022884866279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/8568046022884866279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/changing-seasons.html' title='Changing Seasons'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-122708114772209252</id><published>2008-11-03T10:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:18:14.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Alex and Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264469427708029970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SQ8nDVlw7BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u3cy942uw40/s320/CIMG0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have to say congrats to my long time friend Alex. He and Nancy finally tied the knot on Oct 25. I am so happy for them. They are a great couple and I wish the world for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Alex since we were 6 years old. We were in Tiger Cubs together! Alex is a steadfast friend and deserves the wonderful woman he has found in Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in the future, and thanks for the wonderful memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SQ8oq1VHqHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KKthnTNeeFc/s1600-h/CIMG0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471205754677362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SQ8oq1VHqHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KKthnTNeeFc/s320/CIMG0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SQ8nnaN8KfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JJNST9uVkkQ/s1600-h/CIMG0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264470047425571314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SQ8nnaN8KfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JJNST9uVkkQ/s320/CIMG0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-122708114772209252?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/122708114772209252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=122708114772209252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/122708114772209252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/122708114772209252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/congrats-alex-and-nacy.html' title='Congrats Alex and Nancy'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SQ8nDVlw7BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u3cy942uw40/s72-c/CIMG0986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-4009206945488830126</id><published>2008-10-13T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:15:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing of a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SPNz-s0CRBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9sqn_n6A8k4/s1600-h/CIMG0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256672711089996818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SPNz-s0CRBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9sqn_n6A8k4/s320/CIMG0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 Years and 10 days, that's an old dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a sad weekend in the Brinson family, as we put our dog, Samantha Brinson, to sleep on Saturday Oct 10th. We are not worried about her though because as the movie says, all dogs go to heaven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam has been a member of our family since the fateful day she showed up on our doorstep in 1992. She'd had 3 different owners (not including the breeders) in the first 6 months of her life! We were able to track down the original purchaser of her and she called the present "owner" of Sam. When he said that he hadn't even tried to look for her, during the days she had been missing, she asked us if we wanted to keep her. We of course said yes. I feel sorry for the other families who passed her up, because we have been more blessed than words can describe to have her as a part of our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam was an incredible dog, it will be hard to ever find another with such an awesome personality and the energy that she carried her whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will miss you Samantha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-4009206945488830126?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4009206945488830126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=4009206945488830126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/4009206945488830126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/4009206945488830126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/10/passing-of-friend.html' title='Passing of a Friend'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SPNz-s0CRBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9sqn_n6A8k4/s72-c/CIMG0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-1532183661909640011</id><published>2008-09-06T17:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:38:02.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Gustav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SMMSbYNZm4I/AAAAAAAAADU/o8fv6INy3oo/s1600-h/CIMG0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243054652753812354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SMMSbYNZm4I/AAAAAAAAADU/o8fv6INy3oo/s320/CIMG0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last week has been a blur, with enough work and stress to last for 3 weeks. I personally was only away from the hotel for about 3 hours total from Sunday to Friday at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustav while not a very powerful hurricane at landfall was still able to produce the windiest storm in the recorded history of Baton Rouge. You can see the effects of this throughout the older neighborhoods of the city, like the one I live in called 100 Oaks. Most of the city has been out of power since Monday morning. Many parts, including my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;, are not expected to get power back for some time, as many as 21 days. At least the electricity bill will be low this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Kristin and I had had enough of the hotel and decided to get away for a day, and headed to Lafayette to her Mom's house. We picked up a generator from her Dad's house and settled in for an easy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have done not much more than sit on the couch and watch College football and the history channel. Kristin filled the day shopping for a wedding dress. I found out that wedding dresses cost more than the typical man's wedding band. She wears the dress for maybe 8 hours but the man wears the ring for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a much needed day of rest, for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to get ready for the Ike. The bright side of this is if I don't have power restored by then at least I won't have to worry about losing electricity again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-1532183661909640011?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1532183661909640011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=1532183661909640011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/1532183661909640011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/1532183661909640011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-gustav.html' title='Post Gustav'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SMMSbYNZm4I/AAAAAAAAADU/o8fv6INy3oo/s72-c/CIMG0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-7510119056150870103</id><published>2008-09-01T07:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:30:16.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding out the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SLvfZABvX0I/AAAAAAAAADM/jarYcJ5FIxI/s1600-h/feature_emergency.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241028211972726594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SLvfZABvX0I/AAAAAAAAADM/jarYcJ5FIxI/s320/feature_emergency.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=107&amp;amp;verse=28&amp;amp;end_verse=30&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;Psalm 107:28-30&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it is finally here, after a week of constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; and anticipation, the storm is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hotel is as ready as possible. The church is ready with text and email alerts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; help whoever is in need. My apartment is as ready as possible, I just hope no major trees fall on it or the roof doesn't blow off. Kristin's house is as ready as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristin and I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt; with most of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; team are hunkered down in the hotel. We are considered "essential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;personnel&lt;/span&gt;." That's an exciting title. We have a full hotel with first responders. These people will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt; to restoring the area to normal as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only weapon that we have is prayer. Prayer for low damage, strength, endurance, and focus. Focus for the task at hand, and on the one who makes all life possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just have to do what the Casting Crowns song says and "praise him in this storm.".  For, "When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone, but the righteous stand firm forever.&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=24&amp;amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=24&amp;amp;end_verse=26&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;Proverbs 10:24-26&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/7217881387894082595-7510119056150870103?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7510119056150870103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=7510119056150870103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/7510119056150870103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/7510119056150870103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/09/riding-out-storm.html' title='Riding out the Storm'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SLvfZABvX0I/AAAAAAAAADM/jarYcJ5FIxI/s72-c/feature_emergency.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-5396076360016468230</id><published>2008-08-08T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:29:00.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without Kristin</title><content type='html'>What started out as a dreaded 17 days without Kristin, has amazingly turned around completely.  As I watched her leave New Orleans I looked at the next 2 weeks with a sense of impending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;.  Now  14 of those days have past I now say "she's coming back already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have missed Kristin like no other, but I can't believe the trip is almost over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me understand, slightly, how much she is in the same mindset, that she can't believe it's time to come home already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I also had a mini vacation with my family in St. Simon's Island, Ga.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; distracted me from her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang with my family for a few days.  One of the highlights of the trip was getting to play Thomas' new course, Brunswick Country Club (&lt;a href="http://www.brunswickcountryclub.com/"&gt;www.brunswickcountryclub.com&lt;/a&gt;).  This course was designed by legendary Donald Ross, the Bob Ross of golf course design.  The course is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;elegantly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt;; it is wide open but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to distance to the pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see my fiance again but I have an idea after the last 2 weeks as to how fast it can go by.  I don't know if I am making known very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt; what my feelings are right now.  What I am trying to say is that I now understand how short 2 weeks can be.  I feel for her because she has to leave a place she has come to love after what is in reality a very short time.  I now understand, albeit very small amount, how she is going to miss Swaziland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the work she has done over there and the work Swasziland has done on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin, I can't wait to see you again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-5396076360016468230?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5396076360016468230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=5396076360016468230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/5396076360016468230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/5396076360016468230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-without-kristin.html' title='Life Without Kristin'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-3408170810793567632</id><published>2008-07-02T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:00:22.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday June 29, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sleep in.  I almost forgot how to do this.  But then again when you have stayed up to 3:30 shooting the breeze for the last two nights, you aren’t actually getting any extra sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend is the Porsche Club of Amreica’s annual Porsche Parade.  The event took place in Charlotte this year.  Sunday was the actual car show, and competition.  There were people in the competition that were there at 6:30am wheels off their cars, actually cleaning their brakes with Q-tips.  That’s some pretty serious stuff.  So we walked down to the show, there were probably close to 500 Porsches lining the streets of Uptown Charlotte.  It was a beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;Most of these rides were immaculate.  The only model of Porsche I did not see represented was the Porsche tractor.  So they did a pretty good job of representing the entire gambit of Porsche history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went down to the Lake rode the Jet skis and boats around, lounged around for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this weekend I don’t really want to go back to work.  I just want to do things like this for the rest of my life.  Although I guess I have to pay for it somehow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-3408170810793567632?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3408170810793567632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=3408170810793567632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3408170810793567632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3408170810793567632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-june-29-2008.html' title='Sunday June 29, 2008'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-7072952451877779578</id><published>2008-07-02T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:59:18.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday June 28, 2008</title><content type='html'>So you have a Ferrari for a day what do you do?  Well you must show it off, so you visit friends and let them gawk at it.  Then you slap a Ferrari smile on their face by taking them for a quick, and I do mean quick, ride around the block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a weekend that Bryan had planned for us to do for the last few weeks.  The only thing was that I was not allowed to know what we were doing.  All he did was tell me what kind of clothes to bring.  After the obligatory showing off of the ride Bryan and I head up to the mecca of speed in Charlotte, Lowes Motor Speedway.  We then spent 3 hours or so racing karts on the infield karting track.  For those of you who don’t know karting is not your average go-kart.  These things require racing suits and helmets and are capable of speeds in excess of 100mph and can travel from 0-100-0mph in 6 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the brakes from karting Bryan says “stay right there I have to go get something.”  He comes back giving me a piece of paper and says “I need you to fill this out.”  I look down and it is my liability waiver for the Richard Petty Driving Experience.  So we spend the next couple of hours and do the Rookie class for the RPDE.  At the end you get 8 laps (far too few) in the car on the track.  According to the instructors the fastest that they will allow the students to go is a 43 sec lap.  Remember the cup cars are qualifying in the high 20s.  Of course that is what I scored, with a top speed of 141.05mph.  There was so much more speed in that car.  I wish that they would have allowed me to actually push it.  The only downside to this adventure was that just as Bryan got strapped into the car it started to pour rain.  He didn’t get to run.  He wasn’t too disappointed though because he did get to drive a Ferrari away from the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how that rolls off of the tongue, why don’t you try it right now, just say it out loud, F-e-r-r-a-r-i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day concluded by checking out Dale Jr’s new bar in Charlotte, Whiskey River.  It was ok, but we ended up at the ole faithful new bar, Ri Ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wise words of Ricky Bobby, “I wanna go fast.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-7072952451877779578?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7072952451877779578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=7072952451877779578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/7072952451877779578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/7072952451877779578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-june-28-2008.html' title='Saturday June 28, 2008'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-850503176436577151</id><published>2008-06-29T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:10.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark how was your day, Friday June 27?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I woke up early on Friday morning and started out with pancakes that my Dad had cooked. For those of you who don't know pancakes are a Brinson tradition. Every Saturday morning pancakes are had at my parents house, and my uncle's house, and until he died at my grandfather's house. Since my parents were leaving town on Friday afternoon I was given this treat a day early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this Dad and I went to the country club for a round of golf. This is always a great way to begin your day, especially when you get the first tee time. There was no one in front of us to slow us down. I won't talk about scores, I'll just tell you that the ole'man won. To me though it didn't matter too much because a day at the golf course is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; better than a day at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the afternoon I met up with Tyson, at the Rock Hill airport and we took one of the planes up. No real reason for the flight other than to catch up with Tyson. Also the fact that I really haven't flown in the last 6 or 7 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the flight I headed over to the Zeiss' house. I was sitting in the family room catching up when all the sudden I heard this glorious sound. It was as if heaven itself had just let 480 horses loose in the Zeiss' driveway. So of course I had to go out to investigate the source of this heavenly song. I opened up the door and there's Bryan (with a huge smile on his face) reeving th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SGevkpA8VaI/AAAAAAAAADE/0j8Q-pwShjs/s1600-h/CIMG0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217331737351968162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SGevkpA8VaI/AAAAAAAAADE/0j8Q-pwShjs/s320/CIMG0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e engine of an 05 Ferrari F430. Of course he says "so you want to go for a ride?" "Uhmm...Yes?" was the only answer I could come up with. As we were tearing down an empty street in a new neighborhood with no houses he stops the car. "Do you want to drive?" I think I was already out of the car by the time my answer was able to get out of my mouth. "Does a bear crap in the woods?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mark, how was your day? Well...it didn't suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-850503176436577151?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/850503176436577151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=850503176436577151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/850503176436577151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/850503176436577151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/06/mark-how-was-your-day-friday-june-27.html' title='Mark how was your day, Friday June 27?'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SGevkpA8VaI/AAAAAAAAADE/0j8Q-pwShjs/s72-c/CIMG0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-3338263239827478387</id><published>2008-06-08T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:43:55.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zones</title><content type='html'>If you want to grow you have to step out of your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the biggest breakthroughs in my life have occurred when I have totally stepped out of my zone, dating Kristin long distance, starting back to church, moving to Baton Rouge, and most recently going on an outreach at our church's Dream Center campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded up on Saturday morning into the back of a pickup truck and headed into the ghetto of BR.   I was terrified to be doing this, but decided to stick with it.  I have never willingly done this in my life.  I was not comfortable enough to be one of the people passing out drinks and care packets so all I did was pick up trash.  It was honestly one of the most rewarding things I have done in a while.  I am still not entirely comfortable with the idea but I will be doing it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-3338263239827478387?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3338263239827478387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=3338263239827478387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3338263239827478387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3338263239827478387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/06/comfort-zones.html' title='Comfort Zones'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-4924288937764064208</id><published>2008-04-27T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:16:38.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said Yes!</title><content type='html'>On Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; 25 at around 10:30pm I got on my knee and asked Kristin to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way home from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lifegroup&lt;/span&gt; meeting and I had Kristin stop at the Crosses.  I knew she wouldn't really be expecting it, so I had to do it quickly.  This is one of her favorite places so I knew it would be meaningful for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask when its going to be and all that good stuff.  We will be giving everybody more information as soon as we know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-4924288937764064208?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4924288937764064208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=4924288937764064208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/4924288937764064208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/4924288937764064208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-said-yes.html' title='She Said Yes!'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-2861734135444436608</id><published>2008-04-25T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:29:56.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HPC Men’s Conference</title><content type='html'>2 days, 4 main speakers, 2 awesome panel guests, and 2 hosts, what an awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino Rizzo and Mike Haman just hosted the first HPC Men’s Conference.  They lined up some truly great speakers, Coach Bill McCartney, Kevin Mawae, Joel A’bell, and Zhenya Kasevich.  There were two breakout sessions, the one I attended was hosted by Dino and was a panel with Julio Malara and Le Domainge.  These two men are both very successful businessmen who’s calling in life is to make money for God and to minister to the business world.  One of the questions that was asked was “What do you tell people when you are at a conference and a young man asks you what is your secret?”  Julio said without hesitation “I answer my personal relationship with Jesus Christ.”  He said that the usual reply is something like, “that’s great but what’s your secret?”  So he tells them again.  I could sit and glean knowledge from these two men for days on end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker who touched me the most was Joel A’bell of Hillsong in Australia.  He talked about the 5 weaknesses or traits rather that the Devil likes to attack men with.  I have to say that I defiantly struggle with one or two of them.  And about when we get idle we tend to lose focus on what is important.  He really made me realize that the last 2 months I have been focusing too much energy on work and allowing it to define me.  I have been so intent on it that I have stopped reading the books that better my life, and stopped really studying the Bible.  I had based too much of my happiness on what was happening at work and not on what was good in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have resolved to change those areas and have felt so much better over the last week.  I am taking the problems at work in stride, and focusing on my relationship with God and Kristin.  In just one week I have felt a change, I am sleeping better and more restfully, I have much more energy and I see God working in my life again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-2861734135444436608?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2861734135444436608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=2861734135444436608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/2861734135444436608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/2861734135444436608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/04/hpc-mens-conference.html' title='HPC Men’s Conference'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-3345491337093551394</id><published>2008-04-13T19:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:10.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SAKvyk0CXGI/AAAAAAAAACk/ssgOrw5LjvY/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442+casket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188903004094487650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SAKvyk0CXGI/AAAAAAAAACk/ssgOrw5LjvY/s320/of%3D50,590,442+casket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funeral weekend. Need I say more. But even in times of sadness you have to have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out with a lovely 6 hour ride to Birmingham from Baton Rouge. We got in at about 10:45pm, and were all dog tired. After we went to our rooms my mind was still racing with the drive and events to come in the weekend. So I kidnapped my brothers for a nightcap. The funny thing is that when I went to get Eric I think that Lisa Marie was genuinely offended when I said that she wasn't really invited. Nothing personal there are just some things that you can only discuss with your brothers. I am very glad that I did this because we were able to have an excellent conversation about, well things that only brothers can discuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188904584642452626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SAKxOk0CXJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kcDyAwKcm7k/s320/walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning the funeral started early. It was open casket, I don't like open casket deals. The answer is no they don't look like they are sleeping. Kristin was able to come and did without ever asking, she was a trooper all the way through it (even with the open casket), even though she never even met my grandma before. That meant so much to my family and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The memorial service was pretty awesome. Uncle Fran gave the family remembrances. There was no one better suited to do this. He very eloquently talked about the best parts of my Grandmother. No one else in the family would have been able to hold it together and speak with such power about her life. Thanks Fran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pastor was great also. My favorite thing that he said was that we don't move on to a better place like we just up and moved to Florida. We actually die, and it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS Final.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The true power of our lives as Christians is that God promises to resurrect us just like he did for Christ. We will be brought back to life in a new world that God has created just for us. All tears will be wiped away by God himself, and there will be no more pain, death, or suffering (Rev. 21:4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma is up there with Granddad with nothing but joy in their hearts looking down and smiling at us right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SAKv600CXHI/AAAAAAAAACs/nbf-iDVHsGo/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188903145828408434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SAKv600CXHI/AAAAAAAAACs/nbf-iDVHsGo/s320/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of the depressing stuff. You absolutely cannot stay sane if you go through a day with only thinking about the depressing idea of death. So we defiantly had some fun. Just a short recap. We broke into the bell tower at the church, and of course while we are up in the bells my dad started to ring the bells. Later we left the church and beat my dad to Betty's house and he is the native. We left and went to Grandma's old house and took a tour of it while the current owners weren't home. Just as we were walking out of the house the current owner's brother in law drives up. Luckily the next door neighbor, Mr. Neighbors, had our back. And then of course a long ride back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who has offered their prayers up for my family and I. We greatly appreciate it.&lt;/div&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/7217881387894082595-3345491337093551394?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3345491337093551394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=3345491337093551394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3345491337093551394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3345491337093551394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/04/bittersweet-weekend.html' title='Bittersweet Weekend'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/SAKvyk0CXGI/AAAAAAAAACk/ssgOrw5LjvY/s72-c/of%3D50,590,442+casket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-2060214411667114423</id><published>2008-04-06T17:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:54:00.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An End To Suffering</title><content type='html'>This morning the Matriarch of our family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wilberta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brinson&lt;/span&gt; died.  She had suffered for over 10 years with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;.  Even though she has been dead in the mind for at least the last 6 years.  It doesn't make her passing any easier on the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that she had a relationship and is now sitting with Jesus, and I am sure has already had a great long hug from my grandfather who went ahead of her in 1991.  All suffering and confusion that she had here over the last few years has now evaporated away, and she now has clarity that we can not even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of woman was she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks what kind of person she was, all I have to do is tell them to look at my father and then tell me what kind of person she was.  For the last 9 years she has been living in an assisted living home in Charlotte.  My father took the reigns on taking care of her and staying with her while this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; ran its course.  My parents were determined that grandma would not be one of those that was left in a home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;.  Everyday Dad would get off of work and have dinner with her (although in the past 3-4 years he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; been feeding her).  He would even go on Sat and Sunday. If for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; reason my Dad couldn't make it my Mom would go in his stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of woman was she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children are a reflection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; parents then, she must have been an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; woman because my father is one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; man to do what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is sad, I am thankful that the suffering is over for her and that she can finally see what heaven is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you Di-Di mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-2060214411667114423?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2060214411667114423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=2060214411667114423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/2060214411667114423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/2060214411667114423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-to-suffering.html' title='An End To Suffering'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-304833208981409646</id><published>2008-04-01T11:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:11.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Spin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/R_K-DoZeDuI/AAAAAAAAABk/lCtWN1WK3LU/s1600-h/1_61_040108_drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184415090649992930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/R_K-DoZeDuI/AAAAAAAAABk/lCtWN1WK3LU/s320/1_61_040108_drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking today about blogging. I don't ever do it, and I've been told that either you do it or you don't. I see other people's blogs and think that everyone seems to have something to say every day, and I don't. So I though that I would just give it up and close my account today, but then I saw this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,344350,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,344350,00.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to read it then here is a brief synopsis. A boy drew the picture seen above for his school assignment, and the teacher gave him a zero because it depicted a cross and religious verse. The teacher says that he was trying to promote religious views. The boy is suing because he says that there are figurines of buddha and indian gods around school and other kids were allowed to draw demonic images. So why is he not allowed to show his religious views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree 100% with this kid. I think he has the right to draw whatever he wants, and that the school and all of these atheist fanatics out there don't have the right to try and take away a kid's first amendment right that they themselves so freely use. I believe that there is a minority in the US that is allowed to persecute/segregate against Christians, (who by the way founded the country and make up a majority of the population). I wish that something would be done about that, I would vote for that Guy, if he ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my initial reaction was outrage at what was going on, but then God smacked me on the back of the head and said "No, look again." So I did, and I had to laugh. The anti-Christians out there have tried to block this kid and not show his religious values. But just like Romans 8:28 says God spun it around and this art and story has now been broadcast to a million times more people than would ever have seen it otherwise. This teacher and other "equal rights" activists were trying to stop the spread of God's message, but God will always find a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-304833208981409646?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/304833208981409646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=304833208981409646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/304833208981409646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/304833208981409646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-spin.html' title='God&apos;s Spin'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/R_K-DoZeDuI/AAAAAAAAABk/lCtWN1WK3LU/s72-c/1_61_040108_drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-315605401778307644</id><published>2007-12-10T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:11.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Someone actually reads my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/R14MCKnY4PI/AAAAAAAAABc/abNNIq9hcx0/s1600-h/BTRCPHF_Hilton_Baton_Rouge_Capitol_Center_gallery_accom_exterior2_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142561055852519666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/R14MCKnY4PI/AAAAAAAAABc/abNNIq9hcx0/s320/BTRCPHF_Hilton_Baton_Rouge_Capitol_Center_gallery_accom_exterior2_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow three comments, I am astounded. I guess that means that I should post something else. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted anything lately, busy getting adjusted to the new life. I am enjoying this city immensely. Everybody I have met here has been awesome. This is the first time in a long time (and I mean a looonnngg time) I am truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten the opportunity of a lifetime in the form of a job as Front Office Manager at the Hilton Capitol Center in downtown Baton Rouge. This beautiful historic hotel is the crown jewel of the rebirth of the city. I have a great staff and even better leadership to help me and give me the opportunity to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of my friends new and old who have helped me in my journey here. I can't wait to see what God is going to do next in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-315605401778307644?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/315605401778307644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=315605401778307644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/315605401778307644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/315605401778307644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-someone-actually-reads-my-blog.html' title='So Someone actually reads my blog'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/R14MCKnY4PI/AAAAAAAAABc/abNNIq9hcx0/s72-c/BTRCPHF_Hilton_Baton_Rouge_Capitol_Center_gallery_accom_exterior2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-411960724734666118</id><published>2007-11-11T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:11.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Baton Rouge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an incredible process. I can still hardly believe that it is finally a reality. I am still in the mindset that I am on one of my many vacations here and I am going to be going back to Charlotte any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 16 months of waiting from the day I put the for sale sign in my front yard to get to where I am today. I somewhat blame myself because I made the mistake a while back in asking God to give me patience in my relationship with Kristin. The moral of the story is to be careful what you ask for because you may just get it. It won't come out how you plan or want it to. God will give it to you how he wants you to get it. But let me tell you it will be sweeter God's way. I could have forced this move a year ago but I would not be in near as good of a position as I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I sold my house God lined up my parents place to stay while I closed things out in Charlotte. Next he provided me a place to stay in Baton Rouge that was exactly what I wanted, a garage studio apartment big enough for me (by myself - no roommates, no offence Bryan). So I moved down here knowing that that I would be flight instructing while I looked for a more permanent job. That's what I thought at least, God wasn't done with me yet. With-in 24 hours of being in Baton Rouge I had a job interview for the Front Office Manager at the best hotel in the city. With-in 48 hours I had accepted an offer and was signing the paperwork. Not only is it the job I wanted but I am making more money than I was at both of my jobs in Charlotte. Later that evening I got a text from Kristin while she was in class, her memory verse for that day was Jeremiah 29:11, how awesome was that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through all of that no one can tell me that God doesn't exist, and I can't wait to see what else he has planned in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RzeFyiWfTBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4j-VeAnzAXA/s1600-h/CIMG0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131717403673054226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RzeFyiWfTBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4j-VeAnzAXA/s320/CIMG0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RzeHuCWfTCI/AAAAAAAAABE/3nrxNXldicA/s1600-h/CIMG0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RzeHuCWfTCI/AAAAAAAAABE/3nrxNXldicA/s320/CIMG0677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131719525386898466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RzeIESWfTDI/AAAAAAAAABM/zlSStRJ_XmI/s1600-h/CIMG0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RzeIESWfTDI/AAAAAAAAABM/zlSStRJ_XmI/s320/CIMG0679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131719907638987826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-411960724734666118?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/411960724734666118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=411960724734666118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/411960724734666118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/411960724734666118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-baton-rouge.html' title='Welcome to Baton Rouge!'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RzeFyiWfTBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4j-VeAnzAXA/s72-c/CIMG0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-9012694592959846714</id><published>2007-09-27T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:12.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Era Ends, Another Begins!</title><content type='html'>It's finally happened! My house is officially sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RvxbhT6f1lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LW_o5SRTH5k/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RvxbhT6f1lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LW_o5SRTH5k/s320/Front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115063904625481298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 15 month ordeal came to and end on Friday the 21st. We closed on our house so I am now free to chase after my heart and move to Louisiana. In LA I currently hope to get back into management in the hotel industry. This being said if I have learned anything I know that God doesn't always line his plans with your own. So I plan to try and keep an open mind so that I can freely consider other opportunities in other industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all of those whose thoughts and prayers have been with me throughout this period. It has been a year full of ups and downs and I can see many things that have changed in my life because of it. Mainly I have learned a lesson that can be summed up into one word, Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its on to the next step....moving and job hunting, wish me luck and a prayer would be great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Rvxb9z6f1mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b_ac3FUZEbc/s1600-h/louisiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Rvxb9z6f1mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b_ac3FUZEbc/s320/louisiana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115064394251753058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-9012694592959846714?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/9012694592959846714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=9012694592959846714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/9012694592959846714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/9012694592959846714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2007/09/era-ends-another-begins.html' title='An Era Ends, Another Begins!'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/RvxbhT6f1lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LW_o5SRTH5k/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-573956147682914214</id><published>2007-09-17T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:13.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weekend/Bad weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru8_hIi-U6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/mV3q4LTQYIQ/s1600-h/CIMG0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru8_hIi-U6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/mV3q4LTQYIQ/s320/CIMG0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111373940551209890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weekend for friends and family, Bad weekend for football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Tech Looses, as do the Panthers, Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family wins by having a great weekend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend my family got together in Atlanta, GA to have a weekend together and go to see the Tech game.  The game turned out to be one of the most atrocious games I have ever seen.  However I did get to see the fam. and more importantly for me I got to see Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say about the weekend other than the fact that it was a great time of catching up, and I learned even more as to just how much I can't wait to move to Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru89VIi-U4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EkGfPjvCMYQ/s1600-h/CIMG0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru89VIi-U4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EkGfPjvCMYQ/s320/CIMG0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111371535369524098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru88tIi-U3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6dKH2IYF4Uk/s1600-h/CIMG0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru88tIi-U3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6dKH2IYF4Uk/s320/CIMG0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111370848174756722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru8_BIi-U5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2rUFs8xKsCs/s1600-h/CIMG0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru8_BIi-U5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2rUFs8xKsCs/s320/CIMG0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111373390795395986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-573956147682914214?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/573956147682914214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=573956147682914214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/573956147682914214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/573956147682914214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-weekendbad-weekend.html' title='Good weekend/Bad weekend'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9951xfpClQ/Ru8_hIi-U6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/mV3q4LTQYIQ/s72-c/CIMG0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-3177915145101029239</id><published>2007-09-10T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:49:57.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Cultures, Same God</title><content type='html'>I believe we all agree that baptism is an essential process in the Christian faith. This past Sunday I attended church with a friend of mine. This was a small upstart church in Charlotte, but has many other campuses across the world called CityChurch. This particular week there were two baptisms, in a little kiddy pool because they had nothing else. This shows the Christian drive to complete this sacrament by whatever means possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor of the church went on later in the service to talk about this drive. He told of a few different ways that this is done in other cultures. Some were a little far fetched but who knows if you have no other way you may need to come up with ideas like these someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Afghanistan, where it is literally a death sentence to be baptised as a Christian, there have been videos coming out where 3 or 4 guys are obviously hiding in somebody's garden around an animal trough. They are intently looking around to make sure no one sees them and one will jump in and they will all cheer. This sounds pretty intense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Siberia all they have is snow and iced over lakes. They will cut a hole in the ice and lower you into the water. and pull you back out again. This could be why there is a low conversion rate there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In parts of India where there is not much water they will dig a grave, line the bottom with white sheets. The one getting baptised will be laid in the grave and covered with another white sheet. A small amount of water will be sprinkled on top of the sheet, and it will then be whipped off of the person. The person will then climb out of the grave. This was my favorite example that was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me this proves that it is not a case of how much water is used, or how it is accomplished. I believe that God is looking more at the heart, how the decision was made, and the fact that it is a public affirmation of faith. This is what the Bible talks about, remember all of the passages, where it says that Jesus knew what they were truly thinking because he could read what was in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the second part of the message. Keep the same energy of faith that you had right after you gave your life to Christ. This video shows a great example of that energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hmrqYA0ps8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hmrqYA0ps8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7217881387894082595-3177915145101029239?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3177915145101029239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=3177915145101029239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3177915145101029239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/3177915145101029239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2007/09/different-cultures-same-god.html' title='Different Cultures, Same God'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217881387894082595.post-1015799670697034381</id><published>2007-08-28T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:16:38.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go of "Sin Managment"</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt at a blog post, I hope you enjoy it and maybe find some insight to me and my thoughts.  Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to fly with my friend and longtime student, Bob Altizer.  Bob is a wonderful man of God and a great friend who always seems to have some insight.  We hadn't flown together in quite a while and I was happy to hear that he was chosen to attend a John Eldredge conference a couple of weeks ago.  For those who haven't read his book &lt;u&gt;Wild at Heart&lt;/u&gt; I highly recommend it whether or not you are male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob told me something that he took away from the conference and it really struck a tone with me.  He said that you have to get away from living a "sin management" lifestyle.  In other words you must stop admonishing  yourself for your sins and accept the fact that you have faults and move on with your life.  Now don't get me wrong I am not saying to sin and not be sorry, exactly the opposite.  You must ask forgiveness and &lt;em&gt;forget it&lt;/em&gt;. That's what God does.  The Bible says that if you repent that you will be forgiven and your slate wiped clean.  Notice the word, repent.  To me this means to admit, forget, but strive to not partake again.  Maybe you will, maybe you won't, but you must try.  We can't live a perfect life and God knows this.  That's the whole reason he sent Jesus to us, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hit me head on.  It is exactly what I have been doing, living a "sin management" life.  Thinking that God is mad at me for something and that I must watch myself so hard that the biggest disappointment is that God has is watching me be so worried that I am not doing what he put me on this earth for: to live a life and enjoy it.  I can't imagine what it would be like to stand before Jesus and not be able to tell him of the joys I have had in life because I was too busy tip-toeing through life, and couldn't actually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he would tell me that I really didn't understand the 3 servants and the Talents.  That it can be applied to life as well as money or faith.  That we have all been given the gift of life and that God expects us to invest it in a worth while manner.  He gave us the passions and skills that we have, for a reason.  He wants us to use them and find Joy in him and life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217881387894082595-1015799670697034381?l=ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1015799670697034381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217881387894082595&amp;postID=1015799670697034381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/1015799670697034381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217881387894082595/posts/default/1015799670697034381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignorantbliss-mabrinson.blogspot.com/2007/08/letting-go-of-sin-managment.html' title='Letting go of &quot;Sin Managment&quot;'/><author><name>Mark Brinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03818057655955461058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v199/98/20/630074675/n630074675_575892_3020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
