the Way, the Truth, and the Life

The fact that I have been tuning myself in to God's radio station for the past 2 or more years now has enabled me to finally get the right frequency. I'd love to challenge all the psychologists out there that say that hearing God is essentially based upon one's own preferences, and that their blinders have them honing in on anything that they would feel as being related to God. The example they would give would be like a Christian saying that a brownie taught them a lesson the other day about God, that he 'spoke' to them through the medium of a brownie. That sounds freakin crazy. But is it crazy? The main point of Romans 1:18-32 is to fire up the Romans into understanding that God's presence has always been around, but instead of seeing that we have seen the tree of knowledge; we have chosen to see the devil. Since the Fall of mankind, there has been this distortion between what we commonly accept and what is. God IS; and the devil is the distortion. What we com...

Just as I was about to go out for a bike ride out to the local park, to go and read and catch some evening sun, in through the door comes some of my family. I've had a lot of ideas through my head lately, big ideas, theological religious emerging evangelical type of thoughts. But instead, as life does, it goes the route that we don't expect. That really is the way God works. Paul was just an unsuspecting ruthless tax collector, minding his own dirty business, when God blinds him with a big beam of light, during the day, down a road which he is traveling with friends. Paul's life was forever changed, because God wanted Paul to do His dirty work, the most difficult job ever in the history of the world: start the Christian following. Jesus knew what he had to do, carry the burdens of the worlds sin's as the ultimate sacrifice, He knew that ahead of time. That job though was the toughest. Paul's was lucrative. So taking me out of step are my father, his brother and sist...

...That's what spews from my friends mouths. I have always known, as Paul goes into great detail in Romans 7, how the law declares what is good, and what isn't. Thusly the law makes things that are evil plainly evil, and noticeable. I have always been raised in the church, so I have had an understanding of black and white, right and wrong. So it has never been a shock to me that what I here coming from other's mouths can be down right brutal. I mean, all those four letter words come out as if they were throw up from a dog. But wait, there's more! More what you ask? Well, I have an interesting take on four letter words. They are completely relative. If I tell you that you are awesome, then you would appreciate that. But say I told you that you were f-ing awesome, than that means you're that more awesome! Of course, there is a wrong usage of the word, which is used in context of anger and its actual definition (although I don't see why a married couple, Christia...

Elwood Blues is definitely right. The answer to prayer is what can deter a faith or build it up stronger than one could have imagined. Metallica's lead man James Hetfield was denied an answer to prayer when his Christian Scientist mother died of a cancer, after the family requested no treatment because of the Christian Scientist's belief in God being the only healer, not medicine. This ultimately turned James away from God for good, and now enjoys phenomenal success, and therapy, as one of the greatest entertainers of all time. But here, I have the opposite situation developing; God has answered my prayers (he probably did so as well for James and his family, just not with the outcome they were expecting, more like a Job type of situation) and instead of rockstar fame, I'm probably going to have to endure no-body status. I am going to become a historian. A biblical one in fact, but for now I'm just going to work on the major at Wayne State. See, it is a weird and long r...

Sunday school was starting off as usual today. Given the fact that I had not been to church in about 2 weeks (perhaps longer) I worked myself up to realizing I'm probably going to get little kid syndrome. You know, where its as if it were a heightened anticipation just walking through those oh so familiar doors. Well, that's what I thought I'd experience. What did happen though was I was able to walk into there more so as a consciousness objector. Repetition was out the door and bright observant, no holding back, mind was entering in. What I found in Sunday school was an observation that I have made before, but was reminded of again. Regular class began with us just talking about whatever, and the whatever topic of the day was Star Wars III. My teacher, who's son was the one who brought it up, started to dive into the old force talk, about how it has to much new age in it and that it should never be ran as a parallel against Christianity. After that there was talk about...

As quoted by none other than the famous Elwood Blues, "the Lord works in mysterious ways." That whole scene of me on a rider watching parish guy read and soak up info on God, well that turned around. As my Monday classes were rescheduled for Friday because of Memorial Day, my Communications 1010 teacher thought "what the hell, lets have class outside." While we were sitting on the comfortable rock benches that Wayne State University provides us with, Wayne's finest grass cutters were on the move. In fact they were close enough to drown out the professor time to time. This all unfolded just a day after I was in the lawn cutters role. The message is so clear now from above that it might as well just slap me in the face. We all have to take our turns on the mower. If life was all about sitting down and learning, than we would already have terraformed Mars by now. But there are plenty of other things God has placed us with to do on this world so as to keep it up. No...

I never could imagine spending so much time at a Catholic parish. The thing about it though was that I had to. One of the customers for my summer landscaping job just happens to be an extremely large parish. Even though I got to use the rider all day, the all day part is what needs to be stressed here. Hour after hour, blade after blade of grass I pursued onward (more back and forth, and sometimes back and forth again). So with all that time to think and listen to the hum of the engine, is it possible that God could teach me something? I mean it is a Catholic parish we are talking about. (jk) Yes, and not only yes but it actually involved someone of the parish (I want to say parishioner, but those are the church goers, so parish guy will do for now). As I was entering somewhere between my 6th and 8th hour, A guy of the parish was laid out on the lawn, sun-bathing while reading some book. It can be a very good educated guess that he was reading something related to religion. By that tim...