<?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-33531086</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:59:36.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Denton Bible Student Ministries</title><subtitle type='html'>Joe Batluck is the Student Pastor at Denton Bible Church in Denton, TX</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-1773003864019500175</id><published>2007-06-21T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:01:51.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer chill</title><summary type='text'>     summer chill    Originally uploaded by batluck summer fun in the pool</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/1773003864019500175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=1773003864019500175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/1773003864019500175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/1773003864019500175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-chill.html' title='summer chill'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/229125588_fdd2028084_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-2601482593171864231</id><published>2007-06-21T15:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:54:49.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture she will regret someday...</title><summary type='text'>     a picture she will regret someday...    Originally uploaded by batluck being young is so much fun.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/2601482593171864231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=2601482593171864231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/2601482593171864231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/2601482593171864231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-she-will-regret-someday.html' title='a picture she will regret someday...'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/229125592_4fb6d6743d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-5553259371766848496</id><published>2007-05-01T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:37:50.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trust + heart = community (living out Philippians 2:4)</title><summary type='text'>This morning I was sitting at a coffee shop with my 5 year old son Ethan on my lap.  He was sipping his hot chocolate and we were playing hangman on his superman computer when I observed something that totally blew me away.  An middle aged woman walks in and is standing in line and one of shop's employees who knows her from her daily visits walks by and asks her how she was doing.  It was evident</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/5553259371766848496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=5553259371766848496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/5553259371766848496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/5553259371766848496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2007/05/trust-heart-community-living-out.html' title='trust + heart = community (living out Philippians 2:4)'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-4459219281952576970</id><published>2007-03-29T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:30:00.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously…I often take myself too much sometimesThinking I am much when I am notThinking I am a difference When all I am is a symptomSeriously…I don’t take God enoughThinking he isn’t muchThinking he isn’t a differenceSeriously…Does it really matter?Do I count for something?Its not that I don’t know who I amOr have no confidence in what He can doI am not an idiotSeriously…But I know he can do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/4459219281952576970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=4459219281952576970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/4459219281952576970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/4459219281952576970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously-i-often-take-myself-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-4635724057697244506</id><published>2007-03-10T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:33:27.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its not just coffee...</title><summary type='text'>Starbucks.  The great american addiction.  Every place I have every traveled, in the States or Europe or Asia, there is a Starbucks within reach.  The city of Denton was for a long time deprived of a free-standing Starbucks, forced to rely on the small stands you found in Kroger or Barnes and Nobles that simply "brewed" Starbucks, but were in the end just imposters.  After all, what makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/4635724057697244506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=4635724057697244506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/4635724057697244506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/4635724057697244506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-just-coffee.html' title='its not just coffee...'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-116170960424130524</id><published>2006-10-24T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:30:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not about the facts of the gospel...</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how easy it is to lose sight of the main thing.  We get so lost in the sea of details that we take our eyes of the target.  Suddenly, we find ourselves consumed by all the little things that were never intended to dominate our thoughts and discussions.  Saddly, such is often the case when it comes to the Gospel.  We lose sight of the fact that the Gospel is simply and soley about God</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/116170960424130524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=116170960424130524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/116170960424130524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/116170960424130524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-not-about-facts-of-gospel.html' title='Its not about the facts of the gospel...'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-116138459747112563</id><published>2006-10-20T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:30:30.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stop playing around</title><summary type='text'>When I was in first grade, my family was living in Germany (dad was a chaplain in the army).  We had some good family friends who had a daughter my age.  Her name was Kimberly.  Our families would get together often and Kimberly loved to play "house."  Me, being the smart kid that I was at the age of 7, realized the brownie points I could earn with a good looking, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/116138459747112563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=116138459747112563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/116138459747112563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/116138459747112563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2006/10/stop-playing-around.html' title='stop playing around'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-115694534528960320</id><published>2006-08-30T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:30:30.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its simple... love God, love people.</title><summary type='text'>“…speak the truth in love, growing in every way more and more like Christ, who is the head of his body, the church.  He makes the whole body fit together perfectly.  As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love”  Eph 4:15-16 (NLT)Talking.  We all do it.  As leaders it is part of our ministry, as people it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/115694534528960320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=115694534528960320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/115694534528960320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/115694534528960320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-simple-love-god-love-people.html' title='its simple... love God, love people.'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-115694471043100447</id><published>2006-08-30T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:30:30.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>are you listening to God or doing all the talking?</title><summary type='text'>Proverbs 2:1  “My child, listen to what I say and treasure my commands." So often it is easy to get caught up in the pursuit of knowledge to the point that we feel more spiritual simply because we are memorizing more, reading our Bibles more and we can trade banter on various theological issues.  Yet the writer of this proverb reminds us that there is a goal that is higher than the simple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/115694471043100447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=115694471043100447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/115694471043100447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/115694471043100447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-you-listening-to-god-or-doing-all.html' title='are you listening to God or doing all the talking?'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33531086.post-115694352279594754</id><published>2006-08-30T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:30:30.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><summary type='text'>Motivation is everything.  Without motivation, things become a task, a chore, something we must do instead of something we want to do.  Without motivation, the flame of passion can dwindle to a mere flicker that the smallest amount of doubt can quickly extinguish.  Yet motivation for the sake of motivation is not enough.  It must be true motivation, pure motivation, for wrong motivation, the kind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/feeds/115694352279594754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33531086&amp;postID=115694352279594754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/115694352279594754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33531086/posts/default/115694352279594754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joebatluck.blogspot.com/2006/08/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Joe Batluck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17515235274030202314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OesdsjswZ_8/SM5oxY2eBrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9vIB6MY7s0U/S220/emma+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
