Recooperating from the Season

Well, hello there. I trust you all had a wonderful holiday season. Some, I'm sure, have had plenty of days off through Christmas. I enjoy Christmas, especially for it's spiritual reasons. But I have to admit that I feel like I can breath easier now that it's over. Considering that I'm flat busted, I am very relieved that the money spending can stop.

I don't know why I logged on today. I just felt the need to do so, but there is no purpose for it. As I type, there is no logic to my structure. I'm just typing as I think of it. Say, how about another Haiku?
Now, let me get my chi aligned with Pluto first. ...There we go.


Christmas is over.
New Year's means new promises.
I want a stacked wife.


I though of ending it with something like "make the best of them," but this way just seemed to speak to my heart. Yeah, I'm Christian. So? Does that mean I can't desire an attractive wife? My ex was drop dead fine. No reason to settle for anything less.

I will say this, not that it has anything to do with what I previously wrote, I found that there are two different kinds of crushes. Yes, it is rather late in life to find this out. Myself being at the ripe old age of 30, but I've never had a crush before you see. Not a real one, anyway. My ex and I met in A.I.T. We had one thing on our minds, then I got her pregnant. I married her and grew to love her dearly, but I never had a crush on her.
I found that there are at least two types here at work on account that it's here at work where the ladies that I have a crush on also work. By the by, is it still called a "crush" when you're 30? Any who, one is a very energetic girl that appeals to me physically, if I'm not being to subtle. She's Catholic. I can picture myself holding her, stealing little pecks on the lips, and looking for oppertunities to duck into a small private place where where a long and forbiden and passionate kiss could be had. Looking for oppertunities or reasons to touch her thigh, or lightly brush up against her breast.
The other is a Christian gal who is very pleasant to talk to and quite attractive. She appeals to the physical in a way that makes me desire her commitment wise. Some one whom I can hold in public and in the privacy in our own home all night long if we wish. Someone whom I can see myself holding hands with under the canopy of trees in a park somewhere. Someone whom I can kiss and kiss and kiss just becasue she's mine and I'm her's. Some one whom I can smack and pinch on the booty in public so people could look at us and say "how cute." She's someone whom I can picture being with 'til death would seperate us. I saw her yesterday and there was something that caused me to just stare at her as she spoke to me.
No, I don't believe that either woman is interested in me, not that I've asked. But I like this feeling any way. Getting anxious when one calls. Wanting to do something nice for the other. Sometimes, emotions can really suck. Then there are the times when it's "cool beans"

'Til next time. (I know I've mis-spelled plenty of words. Get over it.)

These are the three that was sent to their mother about seven months ago while I get myself together. I'll be getting them in June. The one with the bat is the oldest. I had no part in creating him. He came with the marriage. But I love him like my own. Once he told me he wanted to change his last name to mine. Oh, how good that made me feel. If you look at the one in the cowboy hat, you'll notice that he's my "mini me."

This is My first born, though I have a son whom I didn't sire. If you'll look closely at this pic, you'll find that he is a dashing youn fella.

Rambling 1

Christmas is one of those seasons that causes everyone to operate differently. For example, people will attempt to make ammends with those they are at odds with simply because "It's Christmas." And while I have no quarrel with that I do have an issue with the fact that everything is business as usual come February or March.
I know it's not the same for everyone. But one can't argue that society puts forth more of an effort to be civil during this season.

You know what really bugs me? The homeless. Just because it's Christmes, doesn't mean that anything will change for them. It's just another day for them. They don't have anyonet to turn to during the entire year, to include Christmas. Or don't they? I believe with all of my heart that a homeless man, woman, child, or family, can receive all they'd need and more to get off the streets and into a warm house if they'd just give their lives to Christ. I know this because I should have been homeless. I would have been, and would have brought my wife and kids with me, had I not the support of my family and the protection of God.
I've seen my brothers in Christ invite homeless men to church, desiring to bless them with a financial blessing as well. But rather than letting God help them in their time of need, theyd rather turn down the offer and and continue to pan-handle. Oh well.

I love Christmas. As a Christian, I cna't help but to. I appreciat the birth of Christ because he never would have died for our sins if he hadn't been born in the flesh. I know a person who said the reason that Christmas isn't celebrated by Jahova's Witnesses (or any birthday for that matter) is that a baby doesn't really have a purpose. They don't do anything and are completely helpless. I disagree. Does a drinking cup not have a purpose in the planning stages? Or an airplane fresh off the assemply line? Likewise, God has a plan for all his creation. We were all created to serve God to the best of our ability. And through God, our ability is limitless. Furthermore, Jesus' life in flesh and bone was planed the moment Adam and Eve sinned in the garden. You better believe that I'll celebrae his birth, life, death, resurrection, and eternal existance. Oh well.

I tried to call my kids this weekend. The first time since they went to their mother that I was unable to get through in seven months. I wonder how long it's been that way. For no more than a week, obviously. I call them every weekend. Now I wonder how long it will be before she informs me of what's going on. I could go on about that woman, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't use this blog to put her down or gossip about her.

Well, this morning I felt the urge to create a new post, but had no idea what to write. So I just wrote whatever came to mind. I plann to make another post later on today, but will only do so if I have something of substance to present.

Merry Christmas to you all. 'Til next time.

Lousy Poem #1

I decided to grace you all with a perfectly awful Haiku. One moment please, while I meditate to get the creative chi within me stirred up... Okay. I'm ready.

Good Peanutbutter.
Thank God it's Friday today.
Tacos give me gas.

I know. It gave me shivers too as I wrote it. Words can be so powerful. Don't you agree?
More photos and drawings coming soon.

'Til then.

Ranting #1

During the elections, there were a few hot topics that were constantly addressed, whether it be by the candidates themselves or the media in general. The one I want to talk about is the whole gay rights movement.
Now when the people were called upon to vote, every gay rights issue (that I can remember being on the ballots) was shot down. Notwithstanding, there are those who advocate the "alternative lifestyle". Some charismatic preachers are numbered with the supporters. Their argument for their support is that we're all God's children. This is where I strongly dis-agree. While we may all be the creation of God, we're not all children of God. Part of Christianity (which is a lifestyle that qualifys one to be a Child of God) is obedience. The Bible clearly describes homosexuality as a sin. Just read the first two chapters of the book of Romans. (KLV if you really want the power behind the words.)
I don't hate homosexuals. In fact, I know one or two to be very good people, but that doesn't make them a Child of God. If homosexuality is okay, then God will have to resurrect Sodom and Gamorah and apologize to them.

Michale Moore, the Director and Lord-knows-whatelse of Ferenheit 911, is planning a sequel. I haven't seen the first movie, but I did witness the incredible division it caused.
Now that the people have decided who they like, and the electoral college has decided who should be president, I sincerly hope that Michael Moore is plannig a sequel that will promote unity. After all. Our friends and loved ones are risking their lives and they need our support. They don't need the stress of a divided nation quarling over a war that marches on with or without the attention or aproval of this great nation's citizens.

I leave you all with this thought. It is a thought that I've heard my pastor say time and time again.

"If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything."

God Bless America. (and He has, too)

'Til next time.

Ten Were Found Part 3

Nathan continued. “The Lord’s will be done. Let us, therefore, pray unto the Lord, effectually and fervently, for the opportunity to reach those that would otherwise perish in the tidal wave.” And with that, Reverend Andrews faced the wave and began to pray out loud, interceding for the lost. The other nine, which included Jason, followed suit. And soon the prayers of the ten became so thunderous that it began to drown out the cries and screams of the crowd behind them. And as they prayed the small group in the distance stopped its ears and gnashed its teeth.
Many people from the hysterical crowd stopped to take notice of the prayer group with voices that rivaled even the sounds of the ocean. And as the people watched and listened to the handful of fanatics yelling into the air with hands raised, something very miraculous happened. The wave stopped while it was still about a mile out, then slowly became a part of the ocean, it’s great size melting into the surface of the water.
The ten continued to pray, as though they hadn’t realized that the wave stopped. The crowd questioned what had happened, trying to find reason and understanding. In response to their questions, an angel appeared before the prayer group. He stood massive, seemingly three stories high, with a robe that would have given you snow blindness if you stared at it too long. In his right hand he held a large sword. He started talking right away, so to keep the crowd from panicking again.
“This day hath the Lord repented his judgment upon your city for the sake of the ten gathered before you. It was their prayers and their love for you all that convinced the Lord to stay his wrath.
“You as a people have done an abominable thing. In doing so, you have not brought back your loved ones, for a man is given one life to live, and after that, the judgment. But you have opened you hearts to the devil and have willingly given his angels a vessel to walk amongst you, to pollute your minds, and destroy your souls.”
The angel pointed his sword at the small group of people that gathered in the distance behind the prayer group. “You are as wolves in sheep’s clothing. But today you shall be cast into the depths, reserved in chains until the Day of Judgment.”
With that, the demons screamed with a loud voice and thrashed about violently before giving up their synthetic vessels. The bodies slumped to the ground.
“Take up the bodies and dispose of them with fire immediately,” commanded the angel, “lest the devil find occasion to destroy you all again.” The angel looked down on the prayer group who stilled prayed as though nothing else was going on and smiled. His face glowed brightly on them. “Their faith pleases the Lord.” The angel returned his attention to the crowd which stood in awe. “You resent them because you feel their lives condemns you. It’s not their lives that condemn you, but their devotion that convicts your hearts. This devotion is a result of their faith. And because of their faith and devotion, they have crowns of glory reserved for them when they pass into eternity. Any who desire the same promise may have it. Look unto them and they will direct you to the author and finisher of their faith, The Lord Jesus.” The very next moment he vanished.
The silence seemed to pierce even the praying of the ten. The crowd became very somber. You could hear women softly weeping. Husbands and wives embraced each other as they pondered what they’d witnessed. And for some reason, the crowd was reluctant to disperse. Many people went to work immediately on the lifeless, cloned bodies. After some time, all were moving about, lending a hand in what ever way they could to help, cleaning the streets, restoring the condition of various shops, and offering some financial assistance for repairs. The atmosphere was slowly turning some-what festive as all seemed to enjoy each other’s company.
“Reverend Andrews was the first to open his eyes to see the water had returned to normal. One by one, they opened their eyes, Jason being the last to do so. As far as any of them knew, there was no angel. Only there was a tidal wave, then there wasn’t. Immediately, Jacob sang aloud “Our God is an awesome God…” Jessi held his hand tightly, smiled at him, and joined in. Jacob smiled back at her. The glances they exchanged were more romantic than just plain joy. Young people in love, thought Jason, it’s a hopeful and encouraging thing.
“Well, young man,” Nathan said to Jason, “How do you feel?”
“Sir,” he replied, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt as alive as I do now.”
“Not a bad way to start over with your re-dedication, huh?”
“No sir. Not a bad way at all.”
“So, how long will you be with us?”
“Well, I’m stationed at Hunter Army Airfield. I may be there for two or more years. I was only down here because I wanted to see the sights. Don’t worry, I’ll visit often.”
“That’s good.” Said the Reverend. “I’ll look forward to it.”
They spent the rest of the day telling people about Jesus and helping with the clean up. The ten remembered that day as a joyous and sobering day. Weeks later they would here stories of the angel that appeared before them while they prayed and the things that were said, and how that bonfire in the street was actually the burning of bodies which were created by science and animated by dark magic.
Reverend Andrew’s congregation grew and increased in number, but sadly, pride kept most of those who left the church over it’s stand on cloning from returning.
Jason would always remember that day as his spiritual awakening. He had a fire and a zeal that was constantly fueled. A desire to reach the lost became personal to him. And not only did he have a story to tell his future kids, but his future grand children as well.

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So there it is. The ending of the short story you waited so long to read. I hope it wasn't too disappointing to you. I don't have any other short stories planned right now other than the two I plan to publish.

'Til next time.

Ten Were Found Part 2

“Are you familiar with Resurrection Sunday?” Asked Nathan.
“Sure,” said Jason, “It’s the Sunday we celebrate the resurrection of Christ.”
“Are you familiar with the recent cloning project happening here in Georgia?”
“I heard a little about it in Germany, but I don’t know much about it.”
“Just a few months before this past Easter, there was a biologist who boasted about discovering a way to successfully clone the human body with minimal synthetics. And, in about a month’s time, he did indeed produce a body that seemed very human, but he couldn’t animate it. He couldn’t figure out why and spent night and day trying to bring this body to life. The reason for his obsession was that his first attempt was his deceased grand daughter who died less than a year earlier.
“I found a way to contact him and tried to appeal to his professed Christianity, pleading with him to stop his research. I expressed to him that he wouldn’t be able to animate the body because a soul was needed. I earnestly believe this. However, my efforts just inspired him to seek aid from darker forces.
“A few weeks later, that same biologist boasted on public radio that he had positively found a way to bring the cloned body to life. He planned to reveal the living body of his grand daughter on Easter morning. The night before that abominable day, I had a dream, sent from God that revealed the true method used to bring his cloned grand daughter to life. He had employed the help of witches and pagan worshipers to hold a séance in an effort to convince the spirit of his grand daughter to accept the new vessel. The spirit that actually inhabited the body was a demon, though it beguiled them all to believe that it was indeed his grand daughter.”
As Nathan explained the situation, men and women began showing up on the beach, greeting each other and addressing Nathan as pastor. Jason noticed that out of the small number of men and women that showed up, a few of them had a type of peaceful resolve about them accompanied with a look of sympathy when they turned to look at the mayhem behind them. It was the same look that Reverend Andrews had. Finally, the one called Jacob arrived. He looked to be just barely older than Jessi, but he carried himself as a man who’d as much life experience as Nathan.
The reverend continued.
“Soon people were practically placing orders to have their loved ones brought back to them. A few of my church members fell prey to the same desires. It caused bitter arguments amongst the congregation. Ultimately, those who embraced cloning left the church. Time passed and seemingly more and more people were being brought back to be reunited with loved ones.
“The procedure was very expensive, and customers were never allowed to witness the reanimation.
“The news spread like wild fire across the nation. It wasn’t long before elected officials entertained the idea of bring back prominent political leaders. That idea, thankfully never achieved fruition.
“Now, I fast forward to last night. I was visited in my dream by an Angel that warned me of the approaching judgment and giving myself and Jessi the chance to escape. I was told that not all would die, but many would. I was grieved at the idea of thousands of people meeting their end and passing into eternity, many of which may be unprepared. I was reminded of someone who was very close to me and had passed to eternity before she was ready.
“I decided that if it worked for Abraham, it might work for me. I pleaded with the angel to spare the city if ten righteous people were found. He said to me, ‘If it pleases the Lord, then it shall be so.’ I asked him to allow me to stay and I was granted to do so, though it meant there was no guarantee that I would survive the judgment.
“And that brings us here to today. I’ve been here this whole time shortly after I awoke this morning, praying. My daughter had been helping me in whatever I needed and as you can see, Jacob has recruited as many church members of our congregation as he could find to join us. That’s why we’re here. We intend to have a prayer meeting in hopes that God will accept the plea I made last night to spare our city. Our sister church in Savannah is also assembled right now praying for us.”
“So is that why you all are here today? To pray?”
“That would be the case. We may survive and continue living, or we may die and go to heaven, but there are so many still lost without Christ. Just the thought of all those souls going to hell grieves my heart.”
“Even though you’re on your way to heaven?”
“Even though.”
There was a sincerity in the reverends face that struck Jason as quite different in this day and age where American’s have grown to be so self centered. And indeed we have, he thought to himself. To desire to put off heaven eternity in paradise for the sake of those who have not yet made the decision and accepted Jesus as their savior.
This thought caused Jason to take inventory of his own spiritual life. He didn’t want to doubt the salvation that God had so graciously given him, but there’s something about staring death in the face that brings about even the slightest doubt. “Jason,” said the reverend “is your soul prepared for eternity?”
He didn’t answer. He heard the question, but he wanted to know for sure one way or the other before he gave an answer. His eyebrows frowned as he was finally able to take his attention off of the wall of water and focus his attention upward in prayer.
Dear God, he thought, I’ve tried to live the way you’ve laid out in your word, and not because I had to but because I wanted to. It was a pleasure to do so after all you’d done for me. But if there be any hypocrisy in my heart that would prevent my entrance into your kingdom, then please make it known to me so I can make it right.
When he’d spoken those words in his heart he received an answer almost immediately as if it were a voice in his thoughts, completely separate from any he’d heard. “The only thing I have against you is that you care as much for souls as those screaming frantically behind you.” Now his attention was on the spiritual sword that just pierced his heart.
“Forgive me, Lord. Help me to love souls as you do and as the men and women standing here on this beach do.”
Finally, he answered Reverend Andrews. “Yes sir, I’m ready, but I need to rededicate my life to Christ.” This made the old preacher smile. And so, he prayed with the young man so that his reasonable service for Christ would be renewed.
“Brothers and sisters,” said the reverend after praying with Jason. “I thank God that you all have chosen to gather here with me on this beach, rather than running about like chickens with their heads cut off. It shows that you all realize a greater need that far exceeds that of your own lives. I am proud to be the pastor of selfless fellow laborers in Christ.
“I believe that God wants to spare this city. I believe that God will do so if there are at least ten righteous people willing to pray on its behalf.” Nathan directed the group’s attention to Jason. “Jason here has mad the decision to pray with us, bringing our prayer meeting attendance to ten people. Though God knows each of your hearts, I am persuaded that all who are here today are righteous. And yet, it breaks my heart to see that the number here today doesn’t match the multitude of our congregation. My hope is that after today, people will witness a reality in Christ.”
As Nathan spoke, Jason looked at the approaching tidal wave. Well, he thought, if I die then I go home to glory. If I survive, I get the opportunity to work for the Lord. And if God stops this judgment because of our prayers, then I’ll have a very cool account to tell my children. Your will be done, Lord.
Jason turned around to watch the people run frantically here and there, but when he did he noticed a group of people gathering behind the prayer group in the distance. One of them was a little girl, complete with a school girl outfit and paten leather shoes. They weren’t scared, panic stricken, or even the least bit worried. The group just observed the prayer meeting taking place and was obviously upset by it.

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Log on tomorrow for the final part of this story. Now I must confess that the ending was revamped. The reason for that is because I let a brother from my church proof read my short story. When i asled him what he thought he said: "You have a flare for writting, but the ending was [corny]. It was like you just ended it real quick."
None of you will ever know the "corny" ending because I saved the revised version of the short story over the original.

'Til tomorrow.