Monday, January 31, 2011
Attention my friends
For those of you that know me and love me, I have received super encouraging words and I need you to remind me of them whenever you can. The only way that I will come to know God any deeper right now is by overcoming the evil one. That is my aim in life right now, overcoming the evil one. I lost focus to where I was at, kind of discombobulated. The light is shining all around and I can see the sign, overcome the evil one, that is how you will know the one who is from the beginning, it the only way to get there. I was trying to skip it. THis is mind boggling encouraging to me, please remind me of this often if I look dazed and confused! Thanks!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The secret that I know Part III forthcoming
To the few of you that have read the first couple of these writings I wanted to let you know that there has been a slight delay in the third installment due to me getting pneumonia. As soon as the pounding headache and other unpleasantries clear up, I will continue on with the secret.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The secret that I know, Part II
Jesus the Key
There is absolutely no denying the historical existence of a man named Jesus. He is as historical as Christopher Columbus. The thing that blows me away about the man named Jesus is the impact that his life left on the world. In 2000 years it has not lost one bit of momentum. Don’t get me wrong, I am not going to say it has been pretty. Religions have formed around him and manipulated people, wars have been waged in his name, and hypocrisy and legalism have left a resounding distaste in peoples’ mouths. This in no way, shape or form reflects on who the man Jesus is and claimed to be. The reporting of his life has never changed and when you cut through all of the religious crap you find that for 2000 years the name of Jesus has perpetually changed peoples’ lives. I would like to authenticate this report. I am another one of those that have been changed. What I would like to report on, though, is what has changed. This is where I believe a major difference exists between secondhand reporting and a firsthand account. This is where holding the key and using the key are radically different. Living by faith and having faith do not even look similar. The Jesus that you have heard about and the Jesus that is in the Bible are very different. Look I know that this is very confusing and I will tell you that it takes years to work through and understand. When you enter the door it does not become a cure all and easy fix. It is anything but an easy fix. You do not magically get made perfect nor does everything go your way. That is what is so awesome about the Bible! It tells you this. It does not try and sell you some It tells you that the early followers of Jesus were imprisoned and tortured to death! That would definitely be obvious that life does not automatically get easier! Those lives were WAY easier (in an earthly sense) before encountering Jesus! These were people that left everything to follow this Jesus and some had their heads chopped off, willingly!!! They faced unknown dangers including, imprisonment, starvation, poverty and being disowned from their families and communities, but why? What was it that lead them to do this? Jesus is the key. Part II
There is absolutely no denying the historical existence of a man named Jesus. He is as historical as Christopher Columbus. The thing that blows me away about the man named Jesus is the impact that his life left on the world. In 2000 years it has not lost one bit of momentum. Don’t get me wrong, I am not going to say it has been pretty. Religions have formed around him and manipulated people, wars have been waged in his name, and hypocrisy and legalism have left a resounding distaste in peoples’ mouths. This in no way, shape or form reflects on who the man Jesus is and claimed to be. The reporting of his life has never changed and when you cut through all of the religious crap you find that for 2000 years the name of Jesus has perpetually changed peoples’ lives. I would like to authenticate this report. I am another one of those that have been changed. What I would like to report on, though, is what has changed. This is where I believe a major difference exists between secondhand reporting and a firsthand account. This is where holding the key and using the key are radically different. Living by faith and having faith do not even look similar. The Jesus that you have heard about and the Jesus that is in the Bible are very different. Look I know that this is very confusing and I will tell you that it takes years to work through and understand. When you enter the door it does not become a cure all and easy fix. It is anything but an easy fix. You do not magically get made perfect nor does everything go your way. That is what is so awesome about the Bible! It tells you this. It does not try and sell you some It tells you that the early followers of Jesus were imprisoned and tortured to death! That would definitely be obvious that life does not automatically get easier! Those lives were WAY easier (in an earthly sense) before encountering Jesus! These were people that left everything to follow this Jesus and some had their heads chopped off, willingly!!! They faced unknown dangers including, imprisonment, starvation, poverty and being disowned from their families and communities, but why? What was it that lead them to do this? Jesus is the key. Part II
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The secret that I know
The secret that I know
There is a secret that I know. It is a secret yet every town in America knows it. It is a secret that most of the world knows yet it is still a secret. It is information that goes so deep, infiltrates so many things that if it was shouted from the rooftop it would blow the cover off of everything that we know, yet it is broadcasted everywhere. This knowledge is available to all who desire it, yet it is still restricted. Well it has come to a point that I am weary of holding it in; no longer can I remain hush-hush regarding it. It is time for me to reveal the surprise. Tied up in the entire universe, the known and unknown, is a key that unlocks the door to all its mysteries. I have discovered this key. I have this key in my possession. I, myself, have entered the door. I have entered and it is beyond my wildest dream, far deeper and more surreal than that of my most untamed hallucination. It is a world filled with power and understanding, yet what remains to be discovered is equal to that of continents of new, unchartered lands.
The key that will get you in, this classified news that is available on every city block is one word. Jesus.
This one word, this one person is the key to everything everywhere. By Him unlocks the mysteries of all living by letting you in the door of all understanding. I want to stand on my rooftop and shout at the top of my lungs; the key is Jesus. Without Him you know nothing. I will say it again, without Him you know nothing, you are a fool. (I know this because I was a fool as well) Without Him you have no chance. Without Him you have zero understanding. Without Him you are a walking zombie searching for life. Without Him you will continue to walk around as a dying man searching for a cure.
This remains a secret because many know of this key but will not open the door. Well I did and I am not going to keep it a secret any longer I am going to tell you about it and I promise not to stop telling you. I am going to write and talk everyday all day and I am going to proclaim this secret. Jesus is the answer to all things. The door that He opens is a door that you don’t even know exists. Well I am going to tell you about it. I am going to look like a lunatic, sound like a fanatic, but you know what? I am. I am head over heels, in love with this Jesus. It is high time for everyone to fully know this secret that I know. So I am going to shout it from my rooftop, I am going to write it everywhere. I want everyone that knows me to know about this door. You do not have listen to me, but I think that if you do, you will be surprised by what I have found behind this door. It is mind blowing and different than what is advertised by those that have only read reports about it. Secondhand reporting will always miss the mark. I will start by saying that it is higher than any high can get you, deeper than any sexcapade can take you, richer and more complete than money can buy you. It leads you to truth and truth sets you free. You see without this secret, you are bound. You are a slave to this world, you are in chains to everything that is ugly and broken, and you yourself are broken. This secret will open the door to freedom. Jesus came to set you free. Freedom is unlike anything you know. All you know is slavery. I will shout it if I have to but right now I am whispering in your ear, you can be free, you can be free, you can be free. I was bound. I have been set free. The key is Jesus. Part 1
There is a secret that I know. It is a secret yet every town in America knows it. It is a secret that most of the world knows yet it is still a secret. It is information that goes so deep, infiltrates so many things that if it was shouted from the rooftop it would blow the cover off of everything that we know, yet it is broadcasted everywhere. This knowledge is available to all who desire it, yet it is still restricted. Well it has come to a point that I am weary of holding it in; no longer can I remain hush-hush regarding it. It is time for me to reveal the surprise. Tied up in the entire universe, the known and unknown, is a key that unlocks the door to all its mysteries. I have discovered this key. I have this key in my possession. I, myself, have entered the door. I have entered and it is beyond my wildest dream, far deeper and more surreal than that of my most untamed hallucination. It is a world filled with power and understanding, yet what remains to be discovered is equal to that of continents of new, unchartered lands.
The key that will get you in, this classified news that is available on every city block is one word. Jesus.
This one word, this one person is the key to everything everywhere. By Him unlocks the mysteries of all living by letting you in the door of all understanding. I want to stand on my rooftop and shout at the top of my lungs; the key is Jesus. Without Him you know nothing. I will say it again, without Him you know nothing, you are a fool. (I know this because I was a fool as well) Without Him you have no chance. Without Him you have zero understanding. Without Him you are a walking zombie searching for life. Without Him you will continue to walk around as a dying man searching for a cure.
This remains a secret because many know of this key but will not open the door. Well I did and I am not going to keep it a secret any longer I am going to tell you about it and I promise not to stop telling you. I am going to write and talk everyday all day and I am going to proclaim this secret. Jesus is the answer to all things. The door that He opens is a door that you don’t even know exists. Well I am going to tell you about it. I am going to look like a lunatic, sound like a fanatic, but you know what? I am. I am head over heels, in love with this Jesus. It is high time for everyone to fully know this secret that I know. So I am going to shout it from my rooftop, I am going to write it everywhere. I want everyone that knows me to know about this door. You do not have listen to me, but I think that if you do, you will be surprised by what I have found behind this door. It is mind blowing and different than what is advertised by those that have only read reports about it. Secondhand reporting will always miss the mark. I will start by saying that it is higher than any high can get you, deeper than any sexcapade can take you, richer and more complete than money can buy you. It leads you to truth and truth sets you free. You see without this secret, you are bound. You are a slave to this world, you are in chains to everything that is ugly and broken, and you yourself are broken. This secret will open the door to freedom. Jesus came to set you free. Freedom is unlike anything you know. All you know is slavery. I will shout it if I have to but right now I am whispering in your ear, you can be free, you can be free, you can be free. I was bound. I have been set free. The key is Jesus. Part 1
Friday, January 21, 2011
The coining of a new term, "mind constipation!"
I have recently emerged from a deep fog. It is not the first time that I have been immersed in such a fog but it is the first time that I have come out of it seeing it for what it was. Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to introduce you to a new term, “mind constipation.” This is a time period in which there are many activities, thoughts, and ideas are rolling around in your mind but for some reason there is not anything coming out. Thoughts are lost, ideas never get expressed, there is no writing, no conversation, no laughter, no crying, nothing is coming out! You sit down to write, nothing, yet there are pages that want to be written. You try and have a conversation, nothing, yet long soliloquies are waiting to burst forth. A brainstorming session arises, nothing, yet it is a torrential downpour within. Just like it’s counterpart it is borderline paralyzing. It affects everything around you. Instead of hemorrhoids it produces palpitating headaches and insomnia.
I would like to happily announce that relief has finally come. I want to boldly declare it is just as satisfying as its dreadful ally it terms as relief. The words have emerged, the thoughts are flowing, and the keys are being pounded. Sleep was obtained! It feels so refreshing to be able to communicate again. The log jam of my mind will take some time to unravel itself, but that is fine. You cannot rush this sort of relief! Hopefully the byproduct will be of some value to someone rather than just being a relief in and of itself!
I would like to happily announce that relief has finally come. I want to boldly declare it is just as satisfying as its dreadful ally it terms as relief. The words have emerged, the thoughts are flowing, and the keys are being pounded. Sleep was obtained! It feels so refreshing to be able to communicate again. The log jam of my mind will take some time to unravel itself, but that is fine. You cannot rush this sort of relief! Hopefully the byproduct will be of some value to someone rather than just being a relief in and of itself!
Friday, January 14, 2011
20 things that I like
Twenty things that I like a lot: no order, just as it flows
I really like wisdom. I mean I seriously love it. It makes me go crazy on the inside. It makes me feel like I am going to burst. When someone takes the information of the past and actually believes it and follows it, they then, become wise. That is when things change, a building block is added. Most of the time it takes getting to the end to see what could have been seen at the beginning and the journey could have gone to a whole world of new discoveries.
I like inspirational stories that dynamic people tell. I like when someone becomes somebody that they had no chance to ever become.
I like love. I like everything that I have learned about it in the last few years of meditating about it. The thing I like best about it is that it is not something far off and unattainable; it is before my eyes at every second. I hold the key that unlocks the door. If I fail to use it, it is only my fault. I like that love is the only force of the universe that I can change.
I like the moments that my kids are able to provoke unstoppable laughter from my belly just because they are who they are.
I like when all is still and the presence of God fully engulfs me and reminds who He is.
I like that that always comes when I need it the most.
I like the radiance that flows from my wife’s face when she lets herself enjoy life.
I like a really good cup of coffee.
I like that nothing has to stay the same.
I like to cook for people.
I like flower gardens.
I like that I am not expected to be perfect, and I am loved perfectly.
I like movies that can make me cry.
I like Jon Foreman.
I like how my oldest son will press his face against mine to be close to me.
I like how my daughter will squeeze my face and push her nose against mine and tell me to not talk mean to her.
I like how my youngest son will look at me and squint at me to mock my squinty eyes.
I like shoveling my driveway late at night.
I like that despite any circumstance that comes my way it can never ever separate me from my HOPE.
I really like wisdom. I mean I seriously love it. It makes me go crazy on the inside. It makes me feel like I am going to burst. When someone takes the information of the past and actually believes it and follows it, they then, become wise. That is when things change, a building block is added. Most of the time it takes getting to the end to see what could have been seen at the beginning and the journey could have gone to a whole world of new discoveries.
I like inspirational stories that dynamic people tell. I like when someone becomes somebody that they had no chance to ever become.
I like love. I like everything that I have learned about it in the last few years of meditating about it. The thing I like best about it is that it is not something far off and unattainable; it is before my eyes at every second. I hold the key that unlocks the door. If I fail to use it, it is only my fault. I like that love is the only force of the universe that I can change.
I like the moments that my kids are able to provoke unstoppable laughter from my belly just because they are who they are.
I like when all is still and the presence of God fully engulfs me and reminds who He is.
I like that that always comes when I need it the most.
I like the radiance that flows from my wife’s face when she lets herself enjoy life.
I like a really good cup of coffee.
I like that nothing has to stay the same.
I like to cook for people.
I like flower gardens.
I like that I am not expected to be perfect, and I am loved perfectly.
I like movies that can make me cry.
I like Jon Foreman.
I like how my oldest son will press his face against mine to be close to me.
I like how my daughter will squeeze my face and push her nose against mine and tell me to not talk mean to her.
I like how my youngest son will look at me and squint at me to mock my squinty eyes.
I like shoveling my driveway late at night.
I like that despite any circumstance that comes my way it can never ever separate me from my HOPE.
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