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For all of you who feel that 2011 was a bad year, something passed you by. It could of been the end of a relationship or the start of a new one I believe that good things are always for those who have faith. Maybe you are wondering like me what this year will bring, there is allot of sorrow in this world just beyond the surface of every relationship there are hopes and dreams that we all look forward to be resolved, in time. Right now I am celebrating the beginning of something and the end of something. Three years ago my brother decided in his thirties to go back to school and he has surpassed all of our expectations. I really don't think he even realises what an accomplishment he has done. My prayer for this year is the same as every year, That I would grow in my relationship with God and develop those relationships that are mine, and those that are changing I hope to be more of myself, more holy, more true, but most importantly I pray that those around me try as I am trying to

Did you hear about the woman who went furniture shopping on boxing day? The sales lady approached her and said "mam, can I help you?" the woman looked at her rather strangely and said "You know all these wonderful, gorgeous chairs in front of me? I don't want a damn one!" The lady looked at her rather strangely and then walked away. The lady now confused looked at her husband with bewilderment and said "Honey the service here is awful, we'll never find what we are looking for in this God forsaken store." The husband completely unaware of his own cowardice said "Honey you're damn right! we'll never find what we're looking for, I mean there are so many beautiful chairs here, let's go to Leon's!" Unfortunately this will be the case of many people who want to go to Heaven, but don't love God. When they get there, they will see many amazing things, but then they will look at each other in disgust, realising that the G

The following, in some cases can be a fictional story. There I was, on the top of the mountain, bible in hand but nowhere to go. I was a lone ranger, not the kind you think of when you hear that word, but the kind who believed that he could make it on his own (and I was doing quite fine if you ask me!). But that is not what he had planned. This part of the story is real. Back in 1999 I was disabled, mentally, but that is not all. I was pulled out of something, that something was me. It was like the force inside of me that kept me in my body yanked me out of my earth suit and placed me in a temporary body, like the one you would see in a fictional movie. This part was the cool part. Family and friends I had never seen before would emerge as if from nowhere, this was cool too, but it ended--pretty fast. I was left with one friend, Jill. You might as well call me Jack at this point. Jill had ideas, she was a pretty--you better-do it--my-way kind of girl. Sort of an angel, but a lost one

Age, how old you are is a funny thing. As time passes by we all like to remember times when things were more simple. When we are young we see the world with eyes that can not believe that there is a thing called suffering, when we are innocent and when we are not, we like to believe that things will always work out the way we dreamt they would. But as time passes by and we start to see the world has many things to offer us, we think of the many ways we can get those things. Then frustration comes, or maybe not. For some of us our childhood dreams come true, but for others we feel like we have to wait. It is this part of life, anticipation, but really never seeing those things you once thought would happen come to pass. More anticipation. I think the most common cause of loss in my life is realising that it all inevitably comes to an end, or so this seems. Dads, as a man, you never want to let your dad down. He is your hero, now and then. I think the greatest pain in my life has come

When you look to your left and you look to your right, what do you see? Probably nothing nothing, if there is nothing around you. But can you imagine that you are in a movie theatre, with 3D glasses on? Not that this has anything to do with what I am writing about. There are many things in life worth fighting for, one of those things is the pursuit of happiness (with complications). I am in my room right now with the radio on and a great desire to say things that really have no consequential or eternal value, but isn't that where we find ourselves sometimes? Feeling that there are things that need to be said but no one to listen to the things that really bother us? I would like to ask you a question, who owns you? It is not a trick question. What do you spend most of your time thinking about? I'll tell you one thing, there is a giant question in my mind right now, and it has nothing to do with self awareness or anything like that, it has to do with personal responsibility. Le

I am not an expert psychologist, nor an expert in human nature, but I do know what it is like to feel like something is missing. I am writing on a hot computer. I don't mean it is stolen, I just mean it has been running all night. Every touch of the keyboard is being made delicately, I am afraid if I touch the keys to hard my computer might go into overdrive, and worse case explode or something worse. Life is a little like that sometimes. Most of us grew up in a safe world. The world around us is a mess. I'm not just talking about the moral climate, but geopoliticaly we are in trouble, and may I also say morally. I am not a strict moralist, I think rules are important, but the are not what make up the bedrock of society. I am not saying that we all should abase ourselves in the hopes of achieving a virtuous society, I think what I am saying is that rules apply only where they are necessary and I think that it should be done with discernment and common sense. I think what we a

Nothing profound or life changing, my thoughts are like the leaky faucet that goes "drip, drip, drip." When we are faced with life's battles, things that bother us, usually we like to ignore them. trying to be virtuous is a hard thing and besides we live in a hard going society where we want things to be perfect but they never are. We want that perfect mate, but sometimes we are just to shy to let that person really know how we feel. We also like to fantasise about what our lives would be like, if we were a little smarter, if we were a little taller, what if I could go back ten years ago, how would I do things well I think we would do things just the way we did them. Thoughts of a better life, a wife, never dying, we are strange people indeed. We are human. We need each other, we need the air, we need love and we need joy, we don't need to cry, we need to hate, we need to love and love some more. This life will eventually come to an end and then what next, where do we

Have you ever felt like you were being persecuted for something you didn't do. We all feel inferior at times bu that's not what I'm talking about but it relates to it. Do you remember when you were a kid, if you were popular you might not have had this problem, but there are times in our adult lives when we feel like we are being bullied just because. A while back I thought I was experiencing some kind of persecution complex, but I noticed it happening more and more in my day to day life. I would say that I am a happy person, and the way I look at it, the world is not a happy place! It seems so strange, but it is true, people who are miserable hate happy people. They even question your so called happiness, because they can not comprehend how they could be happy. Oh yes it is true, life is hard and we must be hard people at times, but can you tell me why is it a sin to be happy? Forget you, I like my misery, I can't make you happy, and you can't make me happy, why ha

There are many things that I would like to say but I'll start off and say that there is no way a church can move from a dead church to a living church without correct doctrine. I am not a theologian, Pastor, or any kind of teacher, but I do know what the definition of a cult is when I see one. I was in a cult for several years and what brought me out was a long and painful process of repentance. First I was introduced to Jesus Christ and his Holiness. It was in a mental institution that I repented, I wasn't in a church or any special room in the hospital, I was in my room when I realised or when it hit me that Christ is love, pure love and holiness. I was brought to Christ (brought back to him) in a mental institution. Pure love is hard to understand if you do not realise that God is not just holy, but his holiness demands that we be people of holiness and love. I have no righteousness within myself and neither do you. We should never demand that we must receive the love of God

It's like toast and jam, bread and butter, night and night lights, have you been born again? Salvation without it means you are not saved, life without it means no God. The bible without it has no words, hey let me tell you you ain't going to heaven without being born again. Jesus said it I believe it is the power of God unto salvation, there ain't no preaching without it, there ain't no message without it and if you've never been born again you ain't going to heaven. It's that simple James, but it ain't that simple, there must be repentance, there must be faith, there must be belief and confession, there must be reception, but one thing is true brother, one thing is true sister, you ain't going to that promised land unless you've been born again brother. Born again.

Yes it is not a crime to express your thoughts. Contrary to what some may believe we are still living in a free society, and with that said I would like to comment on the social collective consciousness. It is not good. People think they are intrinsically good and will kill you for saying that you are wrong. We have progressed or regressed beyond what most people call left and right, now we have "I am going to kill all ambition for a free society and Jew hatred is commonly referred to as normal now. We are living in times that are very similar to the second world war where common decency and respect of thought is constantly under attack. This is not my imagination. Let me ask you a question...where are you progressing? What is the common politically correct thought that you are trying to defend as you read this? Do you wish you were living in a world where there are no Christians or Jews, are you a defender of other religious rights other than Christianity and Judaism? Do you hate

Everyone wants to get out of this world alive, but the real question is would you like to live forever? Death is a topic and reality that most of us don't really like talking about, and we have gone on about finding God in many different ways. There are the unlimited ways that we try to, alleviate the pain in our lives and we dream of a heaven where there will be no more pain, where we will be free to be who we were really meant to be. I could talk about many concepts of heaven and which one I think might be right, but my hope level is a little low right now meaning that my concept of the afterlife, may parallel that of Judaism or neo-conservative Christianity, with authors like N.T. Wright highly influencing and changing my thoughts about Salvation or Justification, big words for big Christians. What I would like to talk about is this thing called death and the immortality of the soul. You might or might not heard it said that God (if you believe in him) is the only immortal bei

Let me draw you a picture, the year is 2011 the month is December. There are people walking down the street, one person in particular. He is lost, he is looking for his home. The city is busy as busy can be, this person doesn't know how he got to where he is, he sees a church, he walks inside. There are strange people sitting in the pews, they are all wearing masks, dark masks and they are dressed in black. The man asks, "is this the church of the living God?" He is told to be quiet, he is interrupting the sermon. He asks again.."is this the church of the living God?" No one responds, someone comes out of the sanctuary, dressed in all white and approaches the man, "come with me.." he says, so the man follows him to the front row of the church. "Sit here." says the man in white, then goes onto the platform and addresses the crowd "We may resume the sermon!" all is quiet once again. For the next hour nobody speaks, there is no sermon

Many of you know that I'm not one to keep silent especially when I see injustice, but I think I've forgotten what that word means so I'm going to do a little writing to bring back to my memory what exactly it is that we consider right and what exactly is wrong. When I think of freedom of speech the first picture I get in my head is someone standing in London on a soap box and speaking 'freely', but we live in  society that even on a blog like this one there are restrictions to what you say and what you can't say so I will only speak freely, as relatively free as I can. I personally believe that the world is not progressing but regressing and people in church, people at work, people in hospitals, people at home, those who haven't been affected by the 21st century post modernity bug will be able to recognize that this is a call the speak your mind, as freely as you can. I just finished reading the biography of John Lennon, it was written by an English author

I am totally uninspired for this one, but I'll make up the words as I go. Today was a great day at my church, a young man who is our youth pastor got up for the first time at our church and preached the word (the bible) with authority. I don't know too much about Jason other than this kid is incredible. He looks like he should be in an Arby's commercial eating a giant roast beef sandwich, I have no idea what made this kid decide to give his life over to preaching. I've heard of stories before about some pretty important leaders in evangelicalism like John MacArthur, he gave up an opportunity to play in the NFL to become one of the greatest modern preachers of the bible. I think when some people become born again, God asks them to give up certain things for His Glory, not because those things are bad in and of themselves, but I think it is a test than God requires of allot of born again Christians, why he doesn't make some people give away certain things and other

Romance can be a very attractive word considering in encapsulates our culture through and through. We are fascinated with the idea that love or should I say lust is all there is to our lives, and to live in a world where there is no love if you will would be a completely boring and drab existence. But how do you define the word love? An ecstasy, an infatuation, a thrill, those in my estimation is what diminishes the quality of our existence. Picture a man with a strong craving for peanuts and I would bet you this man if not already is or will be fat. Logical? Well picture a man now with a craving for some peanuts, would not this man be a man of self control and virtue? Logically speaking, love in it's purest form is not the romanticized kind of love that we dream about, or even live out vicariously through the media or other outlets. Love exists because we were created to live in the image of God and being made in his image we are called to love one another in a harmonious way. Out

Please let me revisit one of the post modern concepts that God doesn't exist. For this fallacy to be true there would be no use for death. In the post modern world the alternative to no God is that I am God and if I am God I do not need to die. This would be true if there was no death, no cessation of life after our bodies expired but that they would simply be renewed and continue living forever. This would not prove the non existence of God but would make God pantheistic, in other words we are God and God is us. The alternative to this is that we do expire, that there is a God and that God is not a romantic concept but a self existing God that requires nothing from human being other than their worship and adoration, among other things. Christianity is the answer to a no God question. All pantheism or panenthism requires is that we realize that we are divine but it doesn't solve the reality of death. If you were to view your own funeral, you would either not be human, or you

I know that it is not even November yet but there are only four days left until then. I would like to ask you this question, How was your year? Maybe you are wondering why even bother looking back, look forward and up never look back. Some of you are even embarrassed to look back at some of the things you did this year and you are probably moving your mouse to the URL button to leave this blog, but before you do take a minute and keep reading. What was your year like? Was it an awful year? Do you remember one time this year when you were really happy? No, not that time when you had a little to much to drink, well you can use that time if that is the only time you think you were really happy this year. I'm really sorry:( Well for the rest of you I'm pretty sure there were times with family, husband, boyfriend that you experienced some moments of happiness, but how about the times when you were alone? Can I ask you another question? Do you need to be alone or do you need to be

What is the age of your cat? What is the age of your car? Have you any grey hair? Who do you miss? This is turning out be be one of my worst blogs but if I am to be true to the inspiration that brought me here I must be true to the person who has long been not a part of my life, Maggie Johnston. I could write a song about you Maggie, how we all grow old, I could write a poem how we were once great friends, I could write a book how we were once great lovers, but in the time of eternity there is one thing that matters, how well did you know me? When the grey hair has come, I will still be dreaming, when the love has ceased, I will be thinking about you. When Christmases have come and gone I'll be living in my own little precious place with a window open, and the fire kindled, Will you come home? Maggie Johnston. Allot has transpired since I last talked to you, just as time passes there is so much to do. I found the meaning of life, I rode a bike, I feel in love, not once but twice.

Heavens to Betsey, what is the purpose of the blog other than to say that we all suffer from a common malady called sin and need the guidance and help of the Lord if we are going to come out alive from this post post modern concept of faith. Faith is the driving force behind your Christianity, and where there is no faith their is is no religion. Some people say we need to build our faith, true, but a faith that is a justifying faith can turn into a confused faith if we have lost the faith in the one thing that we had claimed we had faith in the first place. "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the things that we do not see, and to be certain of them." With this in our minds, how is it possible to please God with out faith?  "And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he (God) exists and that he rewards anyone who earnestly seeks Him." Let's look at those verses in detail. Now faith is the sub

REM had a song that used to scare me before I found Christ. I would wonder how someone could deny their faith with so much determination as to write a song about it. I have been on a spiritual journey where there has been increasing temptations in intensity, and I think there is something useful if we look at the song and wonder why or how someone can give up on Christianity. Here are some of the reasons: There are so many things which appear unsettled, like the different denominations, the pressure to live a moral life always, the fear of hell which can make people question if they can loose their salvation once they have had their sins forgiven, strict demands of discipline by a preacher that if you are not progressing in your faith you never were really truly saved, the complication (seemingly) of the gospel message, and the lack of encouragement and condemnation from others and possibly Satan. There are many reasons why someone who were once at peace with God, not a true statemen

Amid the terrible sounds of the Holocaust were people who once experience the freedom of mind and the freedom of conscience, but what drowned out there cries and screams for help was another persons Mind and memory. Can you ask me what it takes to loose your conscious thought of history? Could this have prevented the Holocaust from happening? Could pre war Germany thought been radically changed if it were not for the consciousness of thought and memory? Imagine you are in a room in the middle of winter there is not very much heart, and you are freezing to death, what would be your first instinct? If you were in your right mind your very first instinct would be to survive the feeling of cold. Now a simple question is is it just a feeling or is there more to your survival than just feeling away the cold. The cold is real, just as much as the feeling but if you want to know the truth everything is real, and part of not seeing or realizing that things are actually happening is that you d

When we think of heaven most of us think of the sky or some Place beyond the clouds where there are angels strumming harps of gold and people walking around in with robes conversing in "Thees and Thy's," we have had images of heaven from the movies from books to TV, but the reality is that Heaven will ultimately be on this earth. You might be wondering what happens to people when they die, but if you are not let me take this opportunity to share with you what the Bible teaches. There are two places people go when they die, but both are referred to the abode of the dead or Sheol. Another word for this is Hades, Hades (hell) not referring to the place where the wicked go when they die, but an intermediary place commonly referred to as the grave or Sheol. If you have died in Christ you are awaiting the resurrection in Paradise, but if you have died outside Christ you are awaiting the final Great White Throne Judgement, to be cast into the Lake of Fire. This is what happens w

I would love to make this blog a theological treaty and that's what I am purposed to do. Let me just say right off the bat, if you are a player you are not a christian. If you think someone is playing you and they claim to be regenerated they have never had their sins forgiven. If you are playing someone and you suspect that person is playing you, you have allot of theological explaining to do, and I warn you as did the apostle Paul, those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God. God is not a player and neither are his followers. Let me explain to you afresh what Salvation means. When you become converted or born again you are given a new nature. You still have your sin nature that is why it is explained, do not be conformed to this world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Salvation is God creating a redeemed species and that is what the new birth is. In the gospel of John, Jesus says you must be born again. Read those last two words very slowly

I want nothing in life. I want to get everything for free. I don't want to wash myself, I prefer not to bathe or shave my legs or facial hair. I will not wear deodorant, I will not wash my hair. I will not get a job that is run by a corporation. I will abuse my body with tattoos and smoke illegal drugs. I will rebel against my parent, I will rebel against the authority, I will forget about natural laws and criminal laws. I am a child of the flower. I will sit in your grave, and pleasure things that need pleasure. I will vomit out of my mouth everything that I believe is wrong with my life. I am a child of the earth. I come from the earth and to the earth I will return, I have forgotten my soul and the purpose of my existence. I am an extremist, I am an activist. I believe I am Jesus and I pleasure myself when I thing religious thoughts. I am an activist, I am a Buddhist, I am a guru I am a saint. I get high off of my own vomit, I curse to shame myself, I am an embarrassment to my

Funny sounding word, all post modernity is is the time period roughly that springs forth from the late 90's in my estimation to the early 21st century. You might say that post modernity is the beginning of the 21st century. There have been many changes in our culture post 911, the rise of Islam, the threat of terrorism, nuclear Holocaust war more real now than ever, and things like pseudo Christianity which is morphing into secular morality, which is the worst kind of religion because it says that I am a good person, religion is evil, and through my invented righteousness I have the freedom not only to control you but to make you become my slave. I would say that we have left post modernity and are entering into a semi dark age, with the focus no longer on technology but on the ultimate base pleasures that the bible calls sin. Antiquated and irrelevant in the eyes of this culture is the resurrection of the person of Christ, in it's place they are resurrecting man fallen spiri

Let's not say that I'm sick of life, lets just say I'm tired. Nothing witty to say, nothing profound, just what is in my heart. I wonder how God feels at times, does he get annoyed that no one really cares and the ones who do care is he disappointed that the ones who don't care really want to care at times? My mind is like a blank slate right now, not much inspiration, besides what I feel right now. I do have hope for the future but there in this thorn in my flesh right now that is trying to tell me that you are too good of a person and sometimes God doesn't hear your prayers because if you were a little bit like that person down the street you know, the one with the tattoos and the big cross around her neck, you might just be effecting change where you see no change right now. Maybe just get a little rebellious, you know step out from what is clearly right and clearly wrong, cause a holy stir...but you know that's already been done and it just causes more pain

Yes it is sad that we have lost a genius an entrepreneur, and now the question looms who will take the place of the great Steve Jobs? Answer: no one. This is not a depressing thought, the computer industry if I can call it that is hanging over a cliff right now, don't be in denial about it. All those great ideas, all the great minds in the world..will the computer take the place of the tv, the radio? Has it reached it's climax? Will you be stuck with an iPhone, or an ipad forever kind of like the relics of the eight track, and the record, who will replace Steve Jobs? The answer to your question..technology is man made, man dies and so does the technology they create, it too dies. I bet you all had dreams of the future that far surpassed the Jetsons, but I have a good thought for you, "Have you ever thought about what has actually lasted through out the centuries and they are things we use today? Hint: 1. a good meal 2. music, which is constantly changing! 3. art and cl

We all want people to recognize us for the things that we accomplish in life, but what if we are recognized for the wrong reasons. I'm not talking about making the nightly news for some heinous crime but being recognized for something that we don't have any right to be seen for. Imagine a man or a woman walking down the street who has just achieved one of their most important goals in life, I don't know, lets say they just climbed mount Everest in record time but they have no desire to be recognized for the cereal they just ate this morning. People are fascinated by greatness, or celebrity, but what we fail to realize is the process involved that brought that person into the public eye in the first place. I would not want to be recognized just for the sake of being famous, but I wouldn't mind being recognized for the right reasons. It just blows me away the importance this society places on the rich and the famous as if it is some goal that justifies your humanity

I could end this blog right now and say no, running for a cure just gets peoples hopes up and they will never find a cure for cancer but I think if I said that I would loose all my friends on facebook for we all have had a friend or family member who has been touched with this disease. My alter ego who basically hates everything that is good says "Who cares for those rotten souls, whether they died or not they got what they deserved for the world is evil and full of evil people who deserve nothing but death!" But no, I am not my alter ego and I do have a heart of compassion for those dealing with or have lost a loved one to cancer. No, we can't bring them back, but we can and should honour their memories if we have a chance to do so. There was a time in my life when I had many questions about who I was, where I was going after I die and what would my life look like if even I could find the answer to one of my questions. I went on a search. It lead me to a book store whe

There is something happening in the news right now that is getting close to zero media coverage, and it is about a human rights violation issue that the Obama Administration has taken a light stance on. They have come out with a press release but it is general and does not quote the president, condemning the imminent death of an Iranian Christian, but there has been no official call for his release from either the president himself or the defence secretary. It seems like the only people trying to save this mans life is the ACLJ (American Center for Law and Justice) but there has been no formal condemnation of Iran from the international community. It may be too late to save this persons life, but even the ACLJ has taken a half ass job of trying to free this person, only concentrating on expanding the media coverage which may turn out in the media eventually reporting of his death. They have asked people to sign a petition and to pray, but what they should be doing is making an appeal

Contrary to popular opinion, if you are a born again christian you were on the cross with Christ. Where do I begin. My Pastor in my small group says no, but what do you mean we were on the cross with Christ? I mean come on this is Christianity 101. Hey have you heard the story, there was a man named Jesus, he died for the sins of the whole world and if you repent and believe the message of the cross you will be saved from eternal separation from God in a place called hell, but what the heck do you mean that I died with him? Sorry if you didn't then you are not saved. Not only did you crucify the Lord Jesus, but when you repent of your sins, confess Him as Lord, believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, and receive Jesus as owner ruler Master (Lord and Saviour) you are born again. But you still haven't answered the question I died with him. Christianity is about death, the death of the Saviour, and your death. You must die to be born again, that's what the t

I have a funny story to tell but the funniest part is that the story is not finished yet. I have a friend, I'll leave him unnamed for now, I'll call him Levi. This part of the story is an embellishment of the truth: I just got off the phone with Levi, he is a great friend you know. We share our hearts and secrets it is a purely Biblical relationship between two guys who have allot in common, enough said. I told Levi of a story, something that happened to me over a year ago and it made me very happy that I had someone to share this story with. Levi is a christian, and he is a very good friend. We talk about the bible together and share things that God is doing in our lives. Levi was wondering why I was dealing with an unresolved anger issue and the story goes like this...Over two years ago I met the woman of my dreams. I at first saw her as a very good friend, and her beauty was beyond what mortal man could put into words, even our famous Shakespeare. Oh what shall I compare t

conscience. Just what is it? when we sleep we, in a way loose conscience. We are no longer aware of the outside world, we enter into a world of sleep and dreams. Can we loose conscience when we are awake? Unless something happens to us medically there is no way of being unconscious while we are awake. So how can we have a defeated conscience? It lies in the study of the mind. When we recognize someone we knew or know, we usually get a trigger feeling or recognition in the brain whether good or bad, depending on our past or present relationship with that person. When the mind has no way of processing good or bad feeling about anything we are living with a defeated conscience. Common sense tells us, we like this thing, or we hate that thing. Is there a way of training your conscience to like something that you formerly disliked? The answer to that question is that you can train your mind to actually enjoy something that you once thought repulsive, but at what cost are you doing that? I

So just what is a christian? Is a Christian someone who goes to church, carries their bibles with them, and at one point made a decision for Christ through baptism or some sort of other profession of faith? I have been asked the question before have you ever really seen a christian? And the answer to that question is no I can never be sure but God sees each and every heart, and He knows who are truly His and who are not. I think at this point I might be safe saying there will be many surprises in Heaven. What makes someone a christian? I poured over the chapter in Romans chapter 10, highlighted and underlined and had myself a little bible study with the Lord last night because I wanted as Paul said, "to make my calling and election sure" and another place "that I myself might not be disqualified." My salvation is not dependent on how I feel today, how I might feel tomorrow or how I even feel right now. My salvation was a work of God, and one day I will be resurrec

It was during the fall. Winter was over, but it felt like it was cold. I was riding my bike around the block of the suburban subdivisions in which I had returned home after an experience in College that left me depressed and confused. I remember for three days I was depressed. I would lie on my bed for what seemed to be an hour, one word depressed. Then I got up, got on my bike and peddled around my block. The last lag of the journey, I'm surprised I didn't break a chain or something, my bike must have been in good shape, but I peddled hard, I peddled fast. I was sprinting, riding as fast as my legs could peddle saying to myself internally, what ever life has planned for me, whatever it takes I am going to win (sounds like present day Charlie Sheen) except I wasn't crazy at the time. I got home and put my bike away, and anticipated work the next day. I had peddled out of my depression. I don't remember if it was the next day at work, or sometime that week but I was cl

Does she know me you say? Does she feel me you pray. These are the opening lyrics to one of my latest creations and I would like to talk a little bit about friends and inspiration. Have you ever really asked the question who knows me more than I know myself? You might find this question repugnant because you might not think that anybody really knows you as you know yourself. One of my teachers in College, who was a homosexual asked me "Do you ever get the feeling that people know more about than you expect?" Those weren't his exact words but it gave me the feeling that I might be hiding some of my true feelings from others, while actually believing myself that I was being open and honest. My teacher made me question the fact that there may be more to this Mike Finnerty than I even knew about myself. Who knows you really? Do you know me you say? Do you feel me you pray. I wonder how many people have never really discovered things about themselves that other people can ve

Hi, my name is..Hi my name is..Hi my name is Slim Shad rack Me shack and Abenego. All my life I have wondered at the time when I would meet the woman of my dreams..get married, settle down and raise a family...Eh. If you really believe that then you might say I'm mad. Really growing up I had only one desire, when would I meet Alisa Milano, shack up with her, shack up with her again and so on and so on in finnity. Really my dreams weren't that big, if you call one of my best friends at the time he would tell you I was a little different. In high school my friends used to call me..well I'm not in high school anymore and I don't really dream anymore. I know it's sad, but there are a cornucopia of desires that my big little heart is just waiting to explode and realize. I want to talk about desires. Desires are not fantasies, but they could be, they are not ambition, but it could be, just what is a desire:                      1. A Craving                      2. A

Today I am going to talk about child abuse. I want to even discuss something that you may never heard of and that is adult children being abused by their morally responsible dependants or parents. It is not hard for me to imagine that an adult living at home with some sort of disability can be in danger of being sexually abuse by a father, or other dependent. It happens but nobody is willing to talk about it but I am. Can you imagine for a moment that you are back in your twenties, if you are a student try to think what your life would be like if you were five or six years older. You are living independently on your own, you have already left your parents house, probably years ago, things are good and all of a sudden you are stricken with a serious illness or disability and because you haven't married yet your only option then is to move back home with your parents who really don't want you. I don't know why, maybe they think that you will cramp their style, maybe they ar

Oh how lonely it is when you have no friends no family to care for you, no children running around the house and your mother and father are dead. "Is this the way my life has turned out to be? I am a lonely old man with no one to care for me. I never had any children, but oh how desperately I wanted to be saved from this life of solitude"...but wait, I am only dreaming. My mother and father are still alive, I'm an active person in my society, I have religion, not the kind that leaves you feeling empty on Sunday but the real kind that makes you feel like you can almost touch the hand of God. Oh there is that word, I said it God. It'd kind of neat, I'll say it again..no I think I'll just leave that word for my special times with Him. Yes I refer to God in the masculine, but that is not what wetting your noodle is all about. Let me explain. I started off this blog by saying how lonely it is to be alone. True it can be lonely. We find ourselves doing things th

To friend, or not to friend that is the question. I'm sure we have all had reasons to let go of certain friends through out the years but what about those certain friends that were once a very large deal to each and everyone of us? Would we have been better off if we not only kept in touch with those friends but actually kept them as our personal buds. To answer this question I turn to the most important part of myself, not my heart but my soul. That part of me that is intangible but imperfect, I would have to look only for a second to say that there were reasons in my life that my soul didn't want to be friends with particular people that once turned my crank, my soul would say yes that person is still very much a part of me as are my current friends are but there is a reason why my spirit (who I really am) has rejected that friendship. That said, I do believe in forever friends. These are those souls that even after death they were so much connected that their hearts, whe