For Those with No One to Pray for Them

It’s a daily discipline, this clinging to Jesus. One look away from his Resurrection, I am already standing at the door step of my spiritual death. With just another glance at the Resurrected Jesus, I am instantly brought back to life with a renewed sense of hope. Each day, I journey through heaven and hell, falling and rising constantly. This daily struggle to consciously choose hope takes away ninety percent of my energy, it feels like sometimes.

Why I'm not a Calvinist ...

This graphic shows a side by side comparison in a pretty decent way, and have some of my main disagreements listed. By the way, it’s OK if we disagree.

Why People Leave Christianity - Repost

Someone recently “liked” this post that I wrote back in 2011. Of course, I had forgotten

Morning Direction From Scripture 5-27-17

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Shoutin Saturdays 5-27-17

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Who Is The Monkey?

My head hurts.

It is pretty hard to think beyond that.  I might need to accomplish something, but who knows?  I would love to say that I care, but I don’t.

I am caring a lot less about a lot more things.  I am trying less.  I haven’t even picked up my ukulele in a week.  Why bother?  What is it going to do for me?  It makes my fingers hurt.  I do love it, but it pales in comparison to when I could sing.

I murdered a yoga class this morning... even though I didn't want to. 

I’m going through something. 

Traditionally, I would lay in bed all day, isolate myself from friends and family and overall neglect my health and wellbeing. I’ve struggled with anxiety and depression since I was 16 years old. 10 years is an incredibly long time to live in fear of daily activities. Ever since I have found Christ, things have began to change for me.


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POETRY: Ascension, by Malcolm Guite

We saw his light break through the cloud of glory Whilst we were rooted still in time and place As E


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