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Though I don't believe in the God of the Torah, bible or Koran I do believe that Jesus was a profound man who spoke words of truth. And that if the Christians would only really live by them the world would be completely changed.
From the time of his birth till his death Jesus spoke only of love, peace, kindness,charity and man serving man and not himself. He said if a man had, he was to give to others. He said life was not about an abundance of possessions but storing up treasures in heaven.
Remember the young man who came to Jesus and asked what he must do that he might inherit eternal life? Jesus first told him to keep the commandments. The young man replied he had done these things from his youth.Then Jesus told him to sell all he had and give it to the poor and to take up his cross and follow him. And the young man went away sad because his things meant more to him than following Jesus and instead of parting with them...he parted from Jesus. ( Mark 10:17 - 10:25)
Matthew 7:14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
Christmas is coming soon. All my Christian friends have told me of their Christmas plans, parties and travels. They have told me of gifts they're giving and gifts they wish for but not one has said to me " I look forward to celebrating the birth of Jesus and I hope I will find a way of spending that day in a manner that is pleasing to him".
You see, for most Jesus is still hanging on that cross.. or laying in his tomb dead and they act as if his word died with him. And they visit his grave now and then and lay down a few flowers and leave. And then feel as if they have done their duty.
For the few Jesus is risen and alive and well and living in them. And the "word" he spoke is alive and living in them also and they have cast off their "grave clothes' and they are following him where ever he is going.
The gate is narrow and they must enter single file, following directly behind him, not off to one side or the other but placing their feet directly in his footsteps...this my friend is a true follower of Jesus!
As for me,I can't say whether or not Jesus arose from the dead. Like Thomas I would have to touch him physically to know that. I cannot say I believe he was God or the son of God. But, I do believe Jesus spoke the truth when he said we must take care and love one another. We must share what we have and not neglect the poor. And I do believe that a life defined by the "possessions you gather" instead of the love you share is no life at all.
John 14:24 He that loveth me not keepeth not my sayings: and the word which ye hear is not mine, but the Father's which sent me.
About a year ago a puppy was dumped on the door step of my neighbor Becky. She was a cute little thing and Becky being the kindhearted person she is took her in , gave her the name "Minnie" and took care of her.
Now Becky already had 3 dogs. Two lived inside and one old dog "Buddy" lived outside. Minnie stayed outside with Buddy and the two were best of friends. When she was old enough Becky had Minnie spade and she and Buddy were quite content.
But Buddy was very old and as the months went by his health began to deteriorate until one day he was gone and Minnie was alone.
Becky had tried to find a home for Minnie but was very particular about who adopted her and so though she had never intended to keep her a year had passed.
After Buddy's passing Minnie was no longer to stay outside alone and she began to climb the fence. Keeping her fenced became impossible so I brought her to my house to stay until we could find her a good home.
I have a big fenced in yard with and old outside dog and an inside dog.
My old dog Gabby took right up with Minnie and she has been very happy.
I love her very much and wish so much I could keep her but my husband has been laid off for 3 months and the future does not look promising. I can't afford to care for another dog, plain and simple.
I have a Christmas wish and that is to find Minnie a loving home.She is a miniature golden retriever...really. She weighs about 20lbs and looks like a retriever in the face , a retrievers coloring but the body of a Corgi...she is adorable!
Please help me send good thoughts and wishes for Minnie out into the cosmos that I will soon find a good , loving home for Minnie. Her beautiful face would melt your heart. She just wants to be loved.Thanks!
There are great voices in any musical genre. Singers like Sade, Alison Krauss, Sting, and Ben Harper make listening to music all the more special.
Then, every once in awhile, you find a singer who simply makes your jaw drop at their amazing tone and style.
I bring you Lisa Gerrard from Dead can Dance and also a solo artist. I have been a huuuge fan for over a decade, and still to this day songs like this one almost make me a bit teary eyed from the sheer passion in her voice.
She starts by singing in idioglossia. A rare form of language where a person actually 'makes up' their own words and language! So cool.
She also plays a Chinese Dulcimer called a yangqin. The second video showcases her talent on it.
I felt the need to sit down and vent tonight, to let it out. I came up with the following; I myself liked what was created.
I believe that everyone at one point in their lives should experience loving someone and losing someone. Sometimes you might ask yourself why we are even put on this earth. Why can't life be a smooth paved road? Why are there always bumps, twists, and turns? Why should we ever have to experience pain and suffering? What we do not understand remains unknown. But what we do know, is no matter what, we are faced with challenges each and every day. Our existence is basically made up like a story book. There is a beginning, middle, and an end. The beginning is finding out what your next challenge will be. The middle is how you deal with that challenge, and the end is what you make from that challenge and how you have learned from it. Without these obstacles in our lives I believe our existence would be not be real. I find it strange that we love what we lose and we lose what we love. It's a neverending story with no beginning, middle, or conclusion. That's because we are the story... it's the story of our lives and it's what we make out of each and everyday that makes us who we are and why we are put here. We live, we love, we learn, and we die. It's what we do in between those pages that makes life worth living. Sometimes I feel like we are all puppets on strings. Like someone is directing each and every decision that we make. In reality, we are those puppets and it's up to us to let the strings remain or to cut them away. The mysteries of our lives will continue to be unsolved. We should not question these mysteries but instead have some sort of a faith and appreciate the air we breath, the ones we love, and the one that put us here. I believe that there is a paradise when we die. I believe that by living each and every day to its fullest, contributing what is good from your heart, and trusting in that higher source, our paradise will be our reward.
We all may be angels with broken wings, but today your friend is an angel with wings. It's his time for his paradise and God Bless him.
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever." - Gandhi
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Wednesdays are just shit - it seems that nothing is ever going to change that. They always have been shit and as far as things have been going for the past 305 blogs, they always will be shit.
Tutorial was a pointless chore - just a rant presented in the form of a Powerpoint presentation from this gadge who is in charge of financial shite at Teesside Uni - but I did learn one thing - that scholarship Sarah mentioned; there's no hope in hell of me getting it. The tariff is 400 UCAS points - and there's no way I can get 400 from only three A2s. Fail.
Media Studies was an even more pointless chore - AM set us off doing some pointless "rebranding Teesside" work - and I utterly refused to work with nose-up-her-arse-Hannah - coz she's a fucking slag. Thus I was working alone, AM said I could work with Lewis - but Lewis has disappeared off the face of the planet this week. He better be back next week. :(
So up until now, the day was just a pointless load of faff - but when Photography came around - I got hyper off my tits - for no apparent reason. Hyper to the point where I thought it was hilarious to kick Shelly's pinhole camera across the car park. IT PROPER ROLLED. No seriously though, it WAS funny - just Shelly was in a pissy mood, so she decided to shout at me. So I proper bounded off back into college and she couldn't catch up with me because I had a massive lead and was walking faster.
Sometimes Shelly does this thing where she mentions something that REALLY doesn't need to be brought up - and she MUST do it just for the sheer sake of causing shit. Today she decided to turn around and say:
"I found a blonde hair in my bed this morning. It could have been yours, or it could have been Charlie's... OR IT COULD HAVE BEEN MARIA'S!"
And I'm like: "WHAT. YOU HAD YOUR EX ROUND."
She goes: "Yeah, I said I had A FRIEND round yesterday."
Thus, this destroyed my hyper mood. And when I drop from a hyper mood to a sad one - I LAPSE TO FUCK. So it's fucking obvious why I got so upset and refused to let Shelly touch me.
Then once again, she ignores my statement of DON'T TOUCH ME and tries to fucking hug me every three seconds. I mean seriously, can she not fucking listen?
Then when she tried to be violent back with me, I slapped her - so she wandered off to the table and sat and cried to herself - while I stood behind her with my half-empty water bottle, ready to BLUDGEON HER if she said the wrong thing.
When I had to go to film studies - Shelly stood in my way.
Now for one, it's a fucking stupid idea to stand in my way anywhere - but to stand in my way INFRONT OF A FLIGHT OF STAIRS? I hadn't realised how fucking stupid Shelly was.
I had to fucking fight my way past her - and after a run-in with some teachers at the door:
"FUCK OFF."
"Langage!"
"I'm sorry, but: SHE'S PISSING ME OFF - SHE WON'T MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, I HAVE A LESSON AND SHE'S GETTING ON MY NERVES."
After I finally fought past her - film studies was yet another wasted effort.
AM told everyone to "think of ideas for their film sequences" - and there's me, having already wrote my whole script THREE WEEKS AGO.
I sat right at the back of the room and because I had no other means to hurt myself, I repeatedly hit my knuckles with one of my beasty silver pens until they were red and sore.
AM did have a look over my script - she says there's nothing wrong with it, there's nothing I really have to change. She seems more excited about it than I am.
And bloody Ash seems more excited about Spieluhr than I am - it's so frigging weird.
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