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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