I am a full-soul stereotypical Christian.

Do ye not see?

Followeth all of the rules,

Perfecteth little me!

I am a full-soul stereotypical Christian

Who deserves such praise

For my work at rebuking

My friends’ evil ways.

And as a full-soul stereotypical Christian

I will not holdeth anything against you.

Well, as long as you are not a Muslim,

A Buddhist, or a Jew.

Because us full-soul stereotypical Christians

Have reputations you see-eth

To remaineth “diamond pure”

I our “top priority”-eth.

And as a full-soul stereotypical Christian

It is clear that I am always glee-

Ful of joy I wear a smile.

Sorrow’s not a possibility.

Since I am a full-soul stereotypical Christian,

My friends keepeth things from me,

Worried by what I might sayeth

And the judgement there might be.

Now as a full-soul stereotypical Christian,

I sing hymns obviously!

I do not careth for pop, rock, or jazz.

But now, listen to my plee.

If I am such a full-soul stereotypical Christian

Why do I like pop?

Why is my best friend Jewish?

I am I not always top?

Yes, I am a full-soul type of Christian,

But judgmental? Not really!

Nor racist, nor perfect,

Nor am I always happy.

Believe I am a full-soul type of Christian

By my actions, words, and deeds

But not by the stereotypes

That categorize me.

I have been getting it wrong since the beginning.

Haven’t I?

I mean, that’s why Christ came.

Isn’t it?

Then why is the cross the last place I want to go?

I need to be broken.

I need to be renewed.

I need to be saved.

But being told I’m at fault is not my type of parade.

I won’t listen to it no more!

I mean, all He’s doing is

Undermining my intentions.

I did not intend to steal from there.

I did not intend to hurt her.

I did not intend to live these lies.

I did not intend to end up like this:

So selfish living blindly in a mess,

Not thinking I’m broken, but that I can rescue myself.

So then why must I be broken?

What about all the good things I’ve done?

Can we not just meditate on those?

Why must I be brought back down?

I mean, I’ve paid for my crimes.

I’ve done the time I deserved.

I faced the trials, the disgrace.

But that isn’t good enough?

Who are you to decide?

To judge?

Who put you in charge?

Why don’t you come down and just see how hard

It is to live the way we ought.

Yet…                                                                                                                                                            Hebrews 2:14-18

We see you suffered.

But you remained.

You were tempted and tired.

But you saw there was much more to be

Gained in giving Your all

I must be brought back;

Brought to be broken,

Down on my face,

Before the cross,

Where the greatest symbol of death

Is the greatest symbol of life

It drives out fear.

It encourages.

It overflows as a bubbly joy.

That I walk out boldly.

It’s important for parents to keep dating. Just check your babysitter references. – Sanitaryum

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Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?” And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence.

She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.

And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward…I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking: So, that means it was…let’s see…February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means…let me check the odometer…Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed, even before I sensed it, that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I’m going to have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty…scum balls…

And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl, romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their…

“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.

“What?” says Roger, startled.

“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Maybe I should never have… Oh God, I feel so… (She breaks down, sobbing.)

“What?” says Roger.

“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” says Roger.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.

“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that…it’s that I…I need some time,” Elaine says.

There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.

“Yes,” he says. Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.

“Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.

“What way?” says Roger.

“That way about time,” says Elaine.

“Oh,” says Roger. “Yes.”

Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.

“Thank you, Roger,” she says.

“Thank you,” says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn.

When Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a re-run of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, statement, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say, “Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”

And that’s the difference between men and women.

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When the music fades
When the outside is cold
and unwelcoming,
When the winds are harsh against my flesh,
and I can’t go on anymore…

There You are.
Your Love inside my Heart,
You remind me that everything is alright,
You never let me forget that You are here
with me,
through it all.

When I’m alone and my soul cries out
When the pain is unbearable
and I can’t say a word
When no one else dares to listen
to my brokenness,
and the music can’t suffice me anymore,

There You are.
Your Love burns in my Heart,
You remind me that it’s all okay,
I can’t forget that You are here
with me,
through it all.

When the world seems too heavy,
When the words exist just to fill a void,
and when the sounds fight over the silence,
and the silence wins yet again,

There You are.
Forever with me in my heart,
Reminding me: I’m always here,
with you,
through it All.

Date Written: April 19, 2010

Tu Palabra, como Blanca Luz,

tan pura, tan buena,

 me ayuda

cuando todo se siente

tan oscuro, tan frio.

Tan Infinito, es Tu Amor.

Tan Definitivo, eres Tu Senor.

Mi Gran Protector,

el Silenciador de todas

mis ancias, mis miedos, mis angustias, mis inseguridades.

Entre nuestras transgressiones, La Buena Noticia eres Tu, Padre Santo;

que limpias todo para que sea ‘Pureza’ una vez mas.

Que Felicidad.

Gracias Senor por tener tu mano sobre mi,

por darme una vida nueva una vez mas.

Que Lindo eres, Tan Bueno; siempre tan bueno..

En mi corazon hay un fuego que nunca se apagara,                                                                                                                                          y ese fuego se enciendera siempre por Ti y para Ti,                                                                                                                                    para toda esta vida que me regalas cada dia.

Si Senor, te seguire hasta mas aya que el final.

Si Dios Padre, te amara hasta mas aya que mi corazon podra.

Si Bendito Jesus, siempre estare con Ti y nunca me allejare de Ti,                                                                                                      porque Tu Amor esta en todo lugar.

Que Belleza.                                                                                                                 

Que Felicidad.

Date written: July 17, 2010

d i s i l l u s i o n e d;

my dreams of love and life were shattered,                                                                                                                                                 more so ripped right from beneath me,                                                                                                                                                             but I have finally planted my feet firmly on the ground,                                                                                                                                  upon a Rock that will never move,                                                                                                                                                                       for I have finally realized that whether alone or not,                                                                                                                                   we must continue to walk on.

The path we walk is the one that we choose, and we must not forget that when we do so,                                                            we must walk always looking ahead, while watching each step that we take.                                                                                 Whether that path shines bright or dims away into the darkness,                                                                                                            our eyes should never stray from

the sweet moon beam and starlit entities                                    

that shine right over our lives. The amazing gift of life                                                                                         

                                        takes us on infinite journeys of the mind of the heart and of the soul,                                                          

but in the end, we never get out of it alive.                                                                                                                                                      Because of that, our gaze should be focused on the one thing that unites us all:                                                                                 Love; for it is Love that brought us into the world,                                                                                                                                         and it is Love that will lead us correctly.

P.S. I will always love You.