<?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-5919289984685570860</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:05:50.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of St. Austin</title><subtitle type='html'>Neque enim quaero intelligere ut credam, sed credo ut intelligam. Nam et hoc credo, quia, nisi credidero, non intelligam.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919289984685570860.post-239498306458474485</id><published>2008-03-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:16:38.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infant Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Infant baptism is a heresy against christianism, and against the teaching in the Holy Scriptures (which are the only authority for the church under God). Considering what baptism is, an infant is no more capable of baptism than an animal. This is because baptism is not only washing with water, but it is the baptism of the Spirit, the confession of the mouth, and the washing with water. How can any man, without committing a heresy and folly, wash with water which is the least and last of baptism, one that is not baptized with the spirit and cannot confess with the mouth or how is it baptism if one is only washed?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s obvious that an infant cannot be baptized with the Spirit, 1 Peter 3:21 where the Apostle said that the baptism of the Spirit is the question of a good conscience to God. Because it’s obvious that an infant cannot confess, and therefore no purging of the heart, which is proper for sinners, so it should follow that infant baptism is folly and means nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again, it is in repentance, as John’s baptism was the baptism of repentance. Infants have no repentance and therefore cannot have the baptism of repentance. That infants cannot have repentance is evident, seeing repentance is knowledge of sin by the Law, sorrow for sin by the gospel, mortification of sin and new obedience, all which are as much in the basin of water, as in the infant is baptized.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The only claim the Catholic Church can make to maintain their heresy is an appeal to antiquity. They hold that this baptism of infants is true to church tradition. If it is true that the Catholic Church is appealing to antiquity, and if they truly desire to honor tradition, then why will they not believe through the Holy Scriptures in the Bible, it being the most ancient in church history?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In addition to the Holy Scriptures, men of renown within the Church Catholic spoke against it as well. Tertullianus (referred to as Tertullian by most) wrote &lt;i style=""&gt;de baptismo adversus Quintillam&lt;/i&gt;. It’s a rather large book, which the Church seems to have ignored when it spoke against their will.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;translation&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Indeed the Lord saith, forbid them not to come unto me. Therefore, let them come to Christ but let them come when they are grown, when they learn, and when they are taught to what they come. Let them by baptism be made Christians when they can know Christ by instruction.” (eush. Evvlesi. Hist. Lib)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How can an infant come if they can’t come in their own volition. Let the children come to me, but don’t make the children come to me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How can one then still believe in infant baptism? If baptism is what the bible says, baptism of both water and spirit (Matt. 3:11-13 &amp;amp; 1 Corinthians 12:13), then how can a child receive baptism and remission of sins if the child is only involved in the physical portion of the baptism, being baptized in water. Even then, the child only receiving half of baptism and the least important, for our God is a spiritual God and concerned with what is spiritual. Infant baptism is an empty physical act, having no part with eternity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-239498306458474485?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/239498306458474485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=239498306458474485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/239498306458474485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/239498306458474485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2008/03/infant-baptism.html' title='Infant Baptism'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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-5919289984685570860.post-1617907118602728117</id><published>2008-02-25T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:43:51.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Drift Away Now and Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om1Lg5mZOT4/R8MoSeSOeQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UssBKOz-dfY/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om1Lg5mZOT4/R8MoSeSOeQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UssBKOz-dfY/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171021094983727362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you're like me, you haven't seen something like the picture above too much lately. Maybe once a week, or even every day when times get bad enough.&lt;br /&gt; It's funny, well not really funny in the sense of haha, but I find it interesting that I'll have days where I say to myself, "Wow God, where are you? I haven't seen you lately." Very faintly God will reply, "I have been here, where have YOU been?" With a hurt expression, I normally reply, "Oh, about that...", then talk about how busy I've been.&lt;br /&gt;    In reality, it's always us who draws away. God has this crazy, passionate love for us. In His love, for seemingly no reason as we are anything but lovable, he is always seeking us. Who knows why? This love always should direct man back toward God, but someway we always wander away from God and in result, wonder where He is.&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday I realized that someway I had drifted away from God. Simply put, I had not stopped to say hi &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to God daily and meditate on his Word and Law. Funny that, well not really funny, despite how simple God makes this relationship, we still fail at it. Today I thank God for His Justice, Grace, and Love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Read Matt 19 and Psalms 43.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-1617907118602728117?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1617907118602728117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=1617907118602728117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/1617907118602728117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/1617907118602728117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-drift-away-now-and-again.html' title='Don&apos;t Drift Away Now and Again'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om1Lg5mZOT4/R8MoSeSOeQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UssBKOz-dfY/s72-c/DSCF0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919289984685570860.post-36858964438781618</id><published>2007-12-23T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:40:34.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope in Unsettling Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve come to find that while I’m always unsettled, and very much desire for this feeling to end, I hope I never become settled here on earth. You see, the reason why I’m always unsettled is that what I really want isn’t here, He’s somewhere else. So if I ever feel settled, as if life is perfect, that means I’ve lost my first love and settled for something that is here, which will never be Him.&lt;br /&gt;So sitting here, I know now that being constantly unsettled is not a curse but a blessing that I can never thank God enough for. It reminds me that what I’m longing for is not on the earth, but somewhere else. The fact that I can be unsettled is a symbol of reassurance of hope, a hope to see Him face to face, seated on the thrown.&lt;br /&gt;In heaven we will look at Him who has the appearance of jasper and carnelian, His thrown surrounded by a rainbow with the appearance of an emerald. At the thrown we’ll see flashes of lightning and hear rumblings and peals of thunder. There we will stand, surrounded by an endless sea of glass, almost like crystal.&lt;br /&gt;We will see the King.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-36858964438781618?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/36858964438781618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=36858964438781618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/36858964438781618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/36858964438781618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2007/12/hope-in-unsettling-times.html' title='Hope in Unsettling Times'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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-5919289984685570860.post-242659381103720734</id><published>2007-12-09T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:42:21.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lower than Dirt</title><content type='html'>Humility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nasty word, Humility. A concept no one understands, but everyone honors. Humility is a Latin word, meaning low and from the earth. Things low and from the earth aren’t the most esteemed creation, you know, the stuff on the ground that people step on? Things like ants, snakes, lizards, beetles, and worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Thomas Aquinas defines humility similarly as "the virtue of humility" that "consists in keeping oneself within one's own bounds, not reaching out to things above one, but submitting to one's superior" (Summa Contra Gent., bk. IV, ch. lv, tr. Rickaby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a hard time in keeping true humility. Either I’m full of pride and work against the heart of men, or I’m humble but I loose my value in Christ and concentrate on all my faults. It’s so hard to understand that we’re actually made of dirt and that God doesn’t need us, but at the same time understand that God loves us and that’s why we’re valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility is a daily balancing act for man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-242659381103720734?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/242659381103720734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=242659381103720734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/242659381103720734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/242659381103720734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2007/12/lower-than-dirt.html' title='Lower than Dirt'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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-5919289984685570860.post-2802174480820922221</id><published>2007-12-02T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:00:04.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Act of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been at a point in your life when you realize that what you thought you were doing was good, but in fact you discover it is wretched? In dismay, you listened as someone finally told you that your motives were probably wrong. Feeling a tinge of guilt, you stiffened up and maybe even crossed your arms, looking towards the wall and doing anything possible to avoid eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had one of those moments where my self righteousness quickly turned to shame, and I don’t know what to do. I’ve weaved a complex web of wrongness, and while I know that apologies are in order, also there are some actions in order. These actions are not ones I’m particularly fond of, and rather they scare me. They’re not actions out of guilt, but they are things I should have done a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian I know that God gives me the chance to rejoin my path no matter how far I’ve deviated. Now the problem is, when can I have the opportunity to correct things? I need patience and sound vision, awaiting the time to make things right. I just hope it doesn’t kill me inside before I’m able to say that I’m sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-2802174480820922221?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2802174480820922221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=2802174480820922221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/2802174480820922221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/2802174480820922221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2007/12/act-of-forgiveness.html' title='An Act of Forgiveness'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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-5919289984685570860.post-13894277118252569</id><published>2007-11-26T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:00:02.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Again</title><content type='html'>Ever experience one those times where you feel like you’re stuck in the same old hole you always fall into? The hole feels dark but familiar. You’ve escaped the hole several times before, and you even remember how you escaped out of the hole last time. This time, despite the memory of your last escape, you still feel trapped without a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I’ve been the last two weeks. Same dumb hole I always fall into. Ever fall into the hole so many times that you fell like you might as well live in the hole? I fear that these feelings don’t separate me from other people, but in fact they connect me to millions of other believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to keep pressing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of Moses to the people of Israel before he died:&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 31:6&lt;br /&gt;"Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the LORD your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-13894277118252569?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/13894277118252569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=13894277118252569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/13894277118252569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/13894277118252569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/stuck-again.html' title='Stuck Again'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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-5919289984685570860.post-2447914342227950274</id><published>2007-11-24T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:58:19.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Story</title><content type='html'>Once again today I had to sit down and remind myself of the great story of man’s past, and look into the promise of man’s future. Looking at my own life, it’s easy to loose the hope of the future because at times it seems so far away, almost unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fall of angels and in result, the fall of man, we’ve been on a path downward to destruction. God in His love for us has been resetting our tracks to put us on a path of redemption, but due to our fallen nature, some way we always seem to jump off the path God has created for us. Even more so, for a redeemed person who is a child of God, whose enslavement to evil has ended, they still jump off the path God has set before them. Why do they do this? They have all help, all hope, all love, all power given to them, but for some reason they choose against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is a curious creature indeed, fighting against the one he loves, who loves him, refusing to draw upon the strength given to him, and insisting on destroying the life given to him. If we were to look at this situation in the life of an individual, we would say that the individual hated himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the race of man hate himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-2447914342227950274?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2447914342227950274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=2447914342227950274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/2447914342227950274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/2447914342227950274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-story.html' title='The Great Story'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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-5919289984685570860.post-9020475109519839670</id><published>2007-11-22T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:45:57.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankless Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up to the sound of my alarm, causing me to sigh and roll over as is usual for my mornings. Today I took two friends with me to enjoy thanksgiving with my family. The day was great and we came back full and happy. It wasn’t until 6:00pm that I realized today is a day of thanksgiving. Not that this day is sanctioned by God or anything, but should everyday be a day of thanksgiving? On the way to the bathroom I realized this, so I spent my time in the bathroom doing what I do often there, think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event of trying to think thankfully, I found myself more in need. Before God, the list began of things I needed, and don’t think bicycles, iPods, and money. I needed something spiritual. My mind went to emotional scars and pains yet to be healed but which are in the process of being healed. That’s where my thoughts and prayers ended, on asking God’s help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for a good quote to put here, about how God likes to hear his children ask for help, but I couldn’t find one. Despite my lack of findings, I’ll just let it be known that God knows that we’re in need, likes to hear that we’re in need (but takes no pleasure in pure neediness) and loves to fill our needs because he’s our Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919289984685570860-9020475109519839670?l=confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9020475109519839670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919289984685570860&amp;postID=9020475109519839670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/9020475109519839670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919289984685570860/posts/default/9020475109519839670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaustin.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankless-thanksgiving.html' title='Thankless Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116994084982275258</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></feed>
