Just thoughts, pictures, rambles, nonsense stuff
So I wake up after this really kinda crazy dream that didn’t have any bad images or violence or anything of that sort just an empty feeling of regret. Right before I woke up there was a voice that said, “my son your life is short but I am eternal”. And I had woken up in a sort of cold sweat. Lately a theme has been rising and it is in a sense that life is short so why waste it? I spent some time in prayer and during I have felt something similar to what I felt in Japan. Cold it was just cold. It’s pretty warm in my room but I was cold. This is something I have come to realize as the Holy Spirit. I do not mean to bring up what most of my followers are thinking but I have been living along the lines of yolo. Not in the sense where I do rash things just to do it but I want to live with out regret as much as possible. There is no sense in harboring hate; there is no reason to seek revenge, to hold your self back from what the Lord can do with you and through you. My thoughts are all jumbled right now because it’s pretty early in the morning and not completely coherent. Something that I told my team when we were in Japan is that our mission never stops. No matter what we are doing and what situation we find ourselves in, it does not stop. Be constant in the Lord, find solace, refuge and peace in the Lord when things just don’t seem to be going your way. I firmly believe that if things are not going well sometimes that it is because there is someone working against you. When you are strong in God and your faith there will always be one person very hard at work to bring you down, and he is good at it. He has had countless years to learn how to manipulate people and situations to bring anyone down. But stand firm, plant your feet, look to the Lord and proclaim his name because there is nothing greater than his love and there is no one stronger than him. And for those of you who don’t believe or think what I believe it’s rubbish, honestly I have nothing to loose by believing that God can save me. I’m not the best person in the world and I falter daily, yet I know I have a God who loves me. I do limit myself from going hardcore partying and delving myself in some worldly pleasures but not because I’m told to, though I am. I believe it just makes me a better person. I don’t want to regret what I do so I act accordingly. I don’t always succeed in doing the right thing or acting the right way or talking to people in the right way but hey its because I’m a human. I’m imperfect. But I work beside a perfect God who loves me and forgives me with his unending and perfect grace. Sorry this does not make any sense but I just want to be a better person while I am here because who knows when God will take me. No regrets. My biggest fear is that I will leave some one who is dear to me angry. Take for instance. I have a very dear friend of mine who I used to date. When we fought I would refuse to go to sleep fighting because whether I’m right or wrong, what if, when I wake up you are gone, or I don’t wake. For some reason that scared me more than anything. She used to get really mad at me for that but it’s something I’m glad we did. We are not together anymore but we are still best of friends. I feel a part of why we are still great friends is because I would not let us sleep mad. It forced us to talk out anything and everything, and 5 years of that definitely creates an openness even though we broke up. And now she is one of the people I can tell anything. So I do not regret that. I’m infinitely glad that the Lord shapes me daily and I hope I make him proud each day too.
Sorry a lot of that didn’t make sense but its just I’m awake now and can’t sleep.
Why all the hate on cyclists?
I am in no way speaking for all and or any cyclist just my thoughts and rambles.
By this post I have no intention on being a jerk or a prick. Its just some things that have come to my attention as a cyclist. I have been riding for some time now and only recently have gotten back into the swing of things. I own a regular geared bike and a fixie and I generally choose the fixie because it is just fun to ride. It is not because I want to be cool or a part of the hipster crowd. I admit I wear a jearsey, I don’t have breaks(though I will be putting on a front break for safety), I ride with a messenger bag because it is useful, and I usually ride to anywhere with in 10 miles. Don’t get me wrong I like to drive and I usually do but riding is a nice way to get some exercise and just see the town you live in. You would be amazed at the things you see when you ride.
I guess by this post I just want to say to the drivers be mindful of cyclists, and cyclists use defensive riding.
(Please spread this out there for everyone to read! It is a poem/rap written by Propaganda on the Gospel.) —————————————————————————————————————
It’s the full story of life crushed into 4 minutes. The entirety of humanity in the palm of your hand crushed into one sentence. Listen its intense right.
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
The greatest story ever told that’s hardly ever told. God. Yes. God. The maker and giver of life. And by life I mean any and all manner and substance. Seen and unseen. What can and can be touched. Thoughts, image, emotions, love, atoms and oceans. God. All of it his handy work. One of which is masterpiece. Made so uniquely that angels looked curiously. The one thing in creation that was made with his imagery. The concept so cold. It’s the reason I stay bold, how God breathed in the man and he became a living soul. Formed with the intent of being infinitely intimately fond. Creator and creation held in eternal bold. And it was placed in perfect paradise til something went wrong. A species got deceived and started lusting for his job. An odd list of complaints as if the system ain’t working and used that same breath he graciously gave us to curse him. And that sin seed spread though our soul’s genome. And by nature of your nature, your species, you participated in the mutiny.
Our. Yes. Our sins. Its nature inherited, lack in the human heart, it was over before it started. Deceived from day one and lead away by our own lusts. There’s not a religion in the word that doesn’t agree that something’s wrong with us. The question is what is it? And how do we fix it? Are we eternally separated from a God that may or not have existed? But that’s another subject. Let’s keep grinding. Besides trying to prove God is like defending a lion homie, it don’t need your help, just unlock the cage. Let’s move on how our debt can be paid. Short and sweet.
The problem is Sin. Yes. Sin. It’s a cancer. An asthma. Choking out our life force. Forcing separation from a perfect and holy God and the only way to get back is to get back to perfection but silly us, trying to pass the course of life without referring to a syllabus. This is us. Heap up your good deeds. Chant, pray, meditate but all of that of course is spreading colon on a corpse. Or you could choose to ignore it as if something don’t stink. It’s like stepping it dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe and all of that ends with how good is good enough. Take your silly list of good deeds and line them up against perfection, good luck. That’s life past your pay grade. The cost of your soul you ain’t gotta big enough piggy bank. But you can give it a shot. But I suggest you throw away the list cause even your good acts are an extension of your selfishness. But here’s where it gets interesting. I hope your closely listening. Please don’t get it twisted. It’s what makes our faith unique. Here’s what God says is Part A of the gospel. You can’t fix yourself. Quit trying it’s impossible. Sin brings death. Give God his breath back. You owe him. Eternally separated and the only way to fix it is someone die in your place and that someone gotta be perfect. Or the payment ain’t permanent. So if and when you find the perfect person, get him or her to willing trade their perfection for your sin and death in. Clearly since the only one that can meet God’s criteria is God. God sent himself as Jesus to pay the cost for us.
His righteousness, his death, functions as payment. Yes. Payment. Wrote a check with his life but at the resurrection we all cheered cause that means the check cleared. Pierced feet, pierced hands, blood stained son of man. Fullness forgiveness free passage into the promise land, that same breath God breathed into us God gave it up to redeem us. And anyone and everyone. And by everyone I mean everyone who puts their faith in trust in him and him alone can stand in full confidence of God’s forgiveness. And here’s what the promise is, that you are guaranteed full access to return the perfect unity. By simply believing in Christ in Christ alone. You are receiving life. Yes. Life. This is the Gospel. God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life
(Please spread this out there for everyone to read! It is a poem/rap written by Propaganda on the Gospel.)