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Name: Gabriel David
Birthday: 5/29/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Thinking. Pondering. Wondering. Realizing. Theology (Christian Reformed). Staring. Scaling. Writing. Enjoying. Texas Holding. Jamming. Reading (a new one to be sure). Asking. Answering. Describing. Observing. and Flying.
Expertise: Cheese.
Occupation: Sonic Car-hop
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Member Since:
5/11/2004
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| yoyoyo.
i've been around the blog world.
i've seen some familiar faces, a few band's myspaces.
so i know anyone from anywhere can read what is posted.
can read these words now.
it's not as creepy as it is a great opportunity to serve someone.
the only person i know who might actually read this is my friend emily (http://its-morning-again.xanga.com/), for the rest, i have no clue.
so to you. and when i say to you. i say it to myself and you. these words are for everyone.
let's be blunt.
you don't know when you will die. oh man, i went there.
let's be honest.
i know that if i were staring down at myself, watching how i could have done something better, how i could have changed someone's life through serving them, thinking of them rather than myself, the list goes on...i would be disgusted.
you would be disgusted. i'm not afraid of whatever reaction these harsh words cause, because if you're really being honest as i suggested, then you know exactly how i feel. it's universal, because every human is broken. sinful. that means, not good, but evil. remember i'm saying this to you, and to myself.
i'm not better than anyone else and neither are you. you aren't better than someone disabled, and i have no place above a terrorist who bombs buildings.
how is that?
i mean, i've done some things worthy of praise right?
hmm, not so much.
i'm not being down on myself, this is the truth. anything i've done is but filthy rags.
this life isn't about you, and it's certainly not about me.
well then, who is it about?
honestly. times can change, people can change, i will change, life will change, but that answer will always remain the exact same answer.
really.
there is only one answer to why you and i are here.
yeah, it's Jesus.
it is estimated that over 3 billion Bibles have been sold in the world.
so i have great confidence that when i say to pick that old Bible up from the shelf, you are ABLE to do it.
now i'm not telling you to do that, but i would say, you will find some life-changing words. in fact (here comes more confidence), every thought and sentence in that book is from God.
it's really cool to actually know what is Truth, with a capital "T".
the Bible isn't from me, it's not from you, and it's not made up from some old guys in the past. it's from God.
if you consider that God actually made this universe and He made you and me. if you consider that, than for me to tell you that He wrote the words that are sitting on your shelf - would that change your thoughts about picking it up?
seriously.
God is the Author of the Bible. how in the world did over 3 billlion people get the words from God?
that's a great question. and there is a greater answer.
yeah, it's Jesus.
are you familiar with Christmas? that baby?
yeah, that was Jesus.
God Himself (yeah, Jesus) became a human being so we could know the words from God Himself. Literally, Jesus was the Bible in human flesh. The Word of God, in human flesh.
are you Jewish?
i'm just asking. i really, truly, want to know why Jesus isn't the answer you are looking for.
all the prophecies you are waiting for. you know they all point to Bethlehem, we agree on that.
now i would ask.
let's be frank.
of all the people that were born in Bethlehem, Jesus being one of them, was there anyone else who even came close to making such a ruckus as Jesus did? if there was, all over 3 billion of us would have a book that talks about someone else.
truth beats tradition, and reality beats religion.
what's true?
what's real?
yeah, it's Jesus.
i'm not done. and neither is Jesus. if you might actually read anything. it'd be cool if you wanted to read about what love really is.
love is universal. we all want it. and we all, really, want to give it.
i think i know love, i think i know what it's all about, i even think i am good at it! i'm really not. like really
if i'm being honest. and i'm trying to be, i think i'm the love bomb, but i've dropped the bomb on this one.
there is a chapter in the Bible that explains exactly what true love is.
really.
these answers will never change.
it's really cool to know the Truth.
to KNOW what love will always be. i'm excited to read it, i'm excited if you actually read it!
turn to 1 Corinthians chapter 13. (towards the back of the Bible)
i'm gonna sign off for now.
but to come back to my opening statements about how we don't know when we will be gone.
well.
do you? i sure don't. but after reading the 13th chapter in 1 Corinthians i do know that i CAN fill my day with that love.
if you don't know what that looks like. than just pick anyone you know.
pick anyone. remember you're not better than anyone, and neither am i.
it would be really cool to demonstrate that love to someone, just one person before you died. wouldn't it?
i'm going to try. and when God helps me out (and He will help you, if you ask) He will avalanche that love. it will spread.
love spreads too. better than room temperature butter.
(the love in that chapter, read it!)
this was unplanned by me.
have a lovely day.
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| yoyoyo. those are my words.
these are not:
all Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable
for teaching
for reproof
for correction
and for training in righteousness
that the man of God may be competent
equipped for every good work
- 2 Timothy 3:16-17
gulp. every good work? and EVERYTHING is provided for that fruit? i need to eat the whole pie of Scripture, not just the sweet blackberries. but the burnt edges that my heart overlooks and doesn't like to digest as easily. | | |
| Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..
Dance.
…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen… | | |
| yoyoyo.
xaaannngaaaaaaaa (like "Sega" when you would play Sonic, in the old days)
i've always thought lyrics that frame a situation, in this case, frame a super ego, always ended up being my favorite songs. it bites at my pride and tears at my selfishness. there's alot of words here, but through and through you can find the irony of what he's saying he actually is not, or is, it seems to change in places - yeah there is alot going on.
"every line is about who i don't want to write about anymore."
reminds me of, "who i am hates who i've been."
I am heaven sent
Don't you dare forget
I am all you've ever wanted
What all the other boys all promised
Sorry I told
I just needed you to know
I think in decimals and dollars
I am the cause to all your problems
Shelter from cold
We are never alone
Coordinate brain and mouth
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out
I wish I knew
I hope this song starts a craze.
The kind of song that ignites the airwaves
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are
with whoever they're there with
This is war
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something
they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for
Holding on to your grudge
Oh it's so hard to have someone to love
And keeping quiet is hard
Cause you can't keep a secret
if it never was a secret to start
(at least pretend you didn't want to get caught)
We're consentrated on falling apart
We were contenders, now throwing the fights
I just want to believe...I just want to believe..I just want to believe.. in us
Oh, we're so controversial
We are [I am] entirely smooth
We admit to the truth
We are [I am] the best at what we do
And these are the words you wish you wrote down
This is the way you wish your voice sounds Handsome and smart
Ooh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart
And it's all from watching t.v.
And from speeding up my breathing
Would'nt stop if I could
Oh, it hurts to be this good
You're holding on to your grudge
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love
Oh, so let it go
This is the grace only we can bestow
This is the price you pay for loss of control
This is the break in the bend
This is the closest of calls
This is the reason you're alone
This is the rise and fall | | |
| yoyoyo.
- Act upon the truth of the Gospel - for it is not enough just to hear and agree with it
- The Word needs a lasting impression - it must be remembered
- God is speaking to me
- He is revealing His Word, even today
- This is the Perfect Law - it provides teaching
"Prone to wander, Lord I feel it.
Prone to leave the God I love."
Where is the comfort in trials?
Where can I find Him in these trials?
God desires to me us during trials. He is seeking out us, first.
It's not like we are looking for Him and can't find Him.
If He isn't there, than that is a good sign you shouldn't be there.
He is poised to help you.
Continual amazement
Produces praise in our hearts.
After all He has done, won't He
surely give us what we need?
Just ask!
Everything you need - He has.
So yes, Emliy Kate, I stole your main set up for xanga posts. I don't care.
Looking back through my notes from different messages on Sundays reminded me i should do this more often.
take that prior sentence as you may, i know it was oddly worded.
For re-Surgence we talked about fearing. like fear of man. fear of God. etcetera.
Here are the things that stood out to me, i don't think about this stuff enough, and i need to more. i need to pray more and ask God for more help when things like this take place:
- appearance
- what others think
- pre-occupation with myself
- minimizing weaknesses
- highlighting talents
A happiness dependent on others, other than Christ, won't satisfy. at all.
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