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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