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It was raining. Keith was standing right under the window and shouted Meryl:
- How don't ya understand! Now I do everything! Anything!
She stood in her room by the window and listened to it all. She wanted to forgive him, but she did not know whether it is right. But our story does not begin with this rainy evening. It started about three months ago, on a warm sunny spring day on the street.
As you understand, it was spring. Meryl sat on the grass beside the road, this little fenced-clearing and a low stone wall. She lay down on it and admired the sunset. Around her lay something. It was a skateboard. She tried to learn to skate on it. But it nothing happened, and she sat down to rest.
Keith just was walking, just like always. He liked to walk around spring evenings.Then he paused for a moment and saw the silhouette of a female near the fence. He walked silently and boldly sat down beside her. He saw around her skate and ask:
At first she was embarrassed.
- No. I'm just le
CarI want to tell you a story from my life.
This happened almost two years ago, but it all started much earlier. From the first class, I was acquainted with a girl. Her name was Tanya. Honey, modest, good and hardworking girl. She was never one to offend. Beautiful baby. She loved all around, all living things: people, birds, animals, nature.And then came that fateful day before the first of September. At high speed she hit by a car while she was walking on the crosswalk with her older sister. They were hit by a car ... Tanya died on the spot, her sister is now disabled. The worst thing that a driver who got out, first began to approach her car and inspect it. Lord. What kind of callous person? Once I learned a long time I suffered and cried. I can not call her my friend, we are not talking much ... how unfair life is. Tanya, we remember you ...
Where Art Thou, Purity? (A Thought on Good Friday)
As I sit here at 2:50 AM on April 18, 2014— the morning of Good Friday— I am called to remember Jesus Christ's sacrifice for us. That He bled and died so that when each of us faced our Judgment Day, we could hear the Almighty Judge hand down a verdict of "not guilty" for all of the sins that we have committed is simply overwhelming. No man comes to the Father except through the sacrifice and blood of Christ, but it seems that much— in fact, most— of the world has turned their backs on Him. The fact of the matter is that people enjoy reveling in their sin and they enjoy not having an eternal authority figure to answer to. They are of the mindset that if they don't believe in any "God," then they don't have to pay any eternal consequences because if God doesn't exist, then neither do said consequences. That could not be further from the truth. The truth is that whether or not you believe in or submit to the Will of God, the consequences of such b
The Authority of the BelieversThe subject of Christian authority is one that is often misunderstood because of the lack of firm and solid Biblical teaching on the matter. And as a result, people tend to gravitate to one extreme view or the other on this very important topic. On the one side, there are those who totally shy away from their Biblical authority altogether; and on the other, there are those who claim power and authority beyond that which has been legitimately delegated to us as Christians.
One of the most astounding teachings in the Bible is about the Christian's authority in the spiritual realm, which ultimately affects what we see in earth's natural realm. Unfortunately, for many years this concept has been ignored, and only in very recent times has it once again gotten the attention of the Church.
What is authority?
According to the Oxford dictionary, authority is "The power or right to give orders, make decisions, and enforce obedience:" or "The right to act in a spe
Just As He Said (Resurrection In Your Daily Life)
It is 5:40 PM on Easter Sunday 2014 as I sit down to do this writing project. Over-commercialization and humanity's insatiable desire for money has turned this holiday into a day of marshmallow peeps, chocolate bunnies, and brightly colored eggs, but Christians everywhere do their best to ensure that this day is kept holy and to honor it with their family traditions despite talk of a giant fictional rabbit who sneaks into the homes of children and leaves them candy in little baskets. You see, the true meaning of this holiday is far from fictional and is quite different than the traditional order of events that take place in this world. This holiday begins with death and ends with life.
Jesus Christ was 33 years old when it came time for Him to fulfill the purpose that He was sent to Earth to fulfill. On Good Friday 1,981 years ago, He suffered, bled, and died the death that all of us, being the sinners that we are, deserved to die ourselves. He took our place on the cross
The SpotlightEaster Sunday, 1993, Bernhard Langer won the Master golf tournament. As he stepped off the 18th green to receive the green jacket-one of golf’s most coveted prizes-a reporter said, “This must be the greatest day of your life!” Without missing a beat, Langer replied: “It’s wonderful to win the greatest tournament in the world, but it means more to win on Easter Sunday-to celebrate the resurrection of my Lord and Savior.”
Langer had an opportunity to boast about himself, but instead he turned the spotlight on Jesus Christ. It’s exactly what Paul was talking about when he said, “We also rejoice [boast] in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have no received the reconciliation” (Romans 5:11).
It’s easy to look for ways to draw attention to our own accomplishments, making mental lists of this that are “cool” about ourselves. Even Paul admitted that he has a lot to brag about-but he considered all of it
T.I.P Thoughts 009With our morals declining and factions pulling us apart it becomes apparent that a wake-up call is required for society. We go to wars in the name of religions that at their very core tells us not to harm each other. We create laws based on the ideals of others yet do nothing in society to help people abide by those laws. Laws are there to protect us and punish the bad but obliviously this isn't working as crime runs rampant. Which comes back to my point that our morals are failing us. We take what we want. We do what we want with little regard to others. We consume without replenishing. We are a plague on this world. We need to change.
I am not saying I have the solution as I am but a man and man is fallible and can be vilified but how does one promote change in the world. I wrote a piece in my other DA account which keeps coming back to me as something that actually has merit. What would the world be like if ALL follow
Anthropomorphicise ThisAnthropomorphicise this
As huemanity developed, the concept of the Eternal Almighty was over-rationalized, not only to the point of Christianity/Judaism or Scientology, but simply to tell the hueman mind, to placate it, that the Divine Force is not something truly alien. This world was made for consumers and posturists. The age now, only compounds that age-old desire for the Housewife to be secured by the Matriarch.
About what?About what?
Today I rode the subway. I was sitting. At the door stood a young girl. Why she got there? Maybe just was not the place, just maybe did not want to sit and ... who knows? Only she, and maybe she does not know. Why is her head is down? Maybe she's upset, and she was tired, or hurt her ... who knows? Only she said.What was she thinking? Nobody knows, but she. The most amazing thing she did not move for the time of the train. She stood there and did not move, as if she - a statue. Even more surprising was the fact that she was in the hands of a sprig of lilac. White lilacs. Why not? Someone gave her this, she tore it or to give to someone? Who knows? Only she said. All are different and so she is. Who is she? She is ..... me.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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