<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:48:37.109-08:00</updated><category term='scapegoat'/><category term='anit-gay bill'/><category term='NC'/><title type='text'>Rabblings of the Insane</title><subtitle type='html'>How many pies?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-9154105357116901633</id><published>2009-04-22T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:36:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk by faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:Courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have seen a lot of disheartened and troubled Christians lately and as I prayed about it some things were laid on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;Isaiah 54:17 &lt;/span&gt;no weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and this is their vindication from me," declares the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse isn't saying that no weapon shall be formed. It is saying that when they are formed God will not let them strike us down. We will have victory and not be delivered into evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;John 16:33 &lt;/span&gt;"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go right now to google and look up the world. Don't worry I'll wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has overcome all of that. No matter what it is Jesus has beaten it and He is with you now so you can beat it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid-evil times they formed swords by putting them into a fire till they were bright red. Then they would take them out and hammer them into shape. You might be hearing that hammer strike the sword. You might even feel it in your spine every time it hits. But why are we worried? God has promised that every weapon will be throw aside and we can have peace if we let His hand guide us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have people against you already. Fighting you with their words and actions. But you have God on your side. He will not let them win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't saying people won't come against you and try to hurt you. What it is saying is who are they compared to God? They can't win against God. He is our Savior and He will do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you are reading this and you don't know God. You hear the weapons being formed. You might even feel they hitting you over and over. God is waiting for you. He wants to give you peace and protect you. He won't take away the trials. But He wants to lead you through them. If that is you, if you are reading this and you are saying "there are enemies everywhere and I need help." God is waiting to help you. All He asks is that you accept Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 10:9 That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:Courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all you have to do. You don't have to change or be better. Don't have to give anything up. Don't have to dress act or be a certain way. All you have to do is ask Him to save you and He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do that please message me comment anything, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and keep you,&lt;br /&gt;God smile on you and gift you,&lt;br /&gt;God look you full in the face and make you prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;Phil. 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-9154105357116901633?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9154105357116901633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-walk-by-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/9154105357116901633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/9154105357116901633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-walk-by-faith.html' title='I walk by faith'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-2544304566639638313</id><published>2009-04-22T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:35:54.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the madness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:12-18 And now, friends, we ask you to honor those&lt;br /&gt;leaders who work so hard for you, who have been given the&lt;br /&gt;responsibility of urging and guiding you along in your obedience. Overwhelm them with appreciation and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along among yourselves, each of you doing your part. Our counsel is&lt;br /&gt;that you warn the freeloaders to get a move on. Gently encourage the&lt;br /&gt;stragglers, and reach out for the exhausted, pulling them to their&lt;br /&gt;feet. Be patient with each person, attentive to individual needs. And&lt;br /&gt;be careful that when you get on each other's nerves you don't snap at&lt;br /&gt;each other. Look for the best in each other, and always do your best to&lt;br /&gt;bring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what&lt;br /&gt;happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to&lt;br /&gt;live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:29 Watch the way you talk. Let nothing foul or dirty come out of your mouth. Say only what helps, each word a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We,as a whole, need to chill with this crap of dissing one another.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about people, cursing them, gossiping. Chill. How on earth do&lt;br /&gt;you think that makes Christ look to those who don't follow Him? And&lt;br /&gt;then we wonder why the prayers for our friends aren't being answered.&lt;br /&gt;WE are the light. So shine. Stop spreading darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you are human and your feelings get hurt. People hurt&lt;br /&gt;each other. Sense the fall of Adam is has become what we are best at.&lt;br /&gt;But God has granted us the ability to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 18:21-22 At that point Peter got up the nerve to ask, "Master, how many&lt;br /&gt;times do I forgive a brother or sister who hurts me? Seven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus replied, "Seven! Hardly. Try seventy times seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also please do not tell me it is just the way you are. God has given you the&lt;br /&gt;choice to either be that way or be like Him. So you can say that all&lt;br /&gt;you want but you are really saying "I choose the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please understand I am probably the worst at this but it is so&lt;br /&gt;important not only to each other but to those who are not in the family&lt;br /&gt;of Christ yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and keep you,&lt;br /&gt;God smile on you and gift you,&lt;br /&gt;God look you full in the face and make you prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-2544304566639638313?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2544304566639638313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/2544304566639638313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/2544304566639638313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-madness.html' title='Stop the madness!!!'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-376124935737336016</id><published>2009-03-30T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:56:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Everyone on board the USS New Horizon scrambled to get to their stations. Something Captain green had never understood in all his twenty four years in the navy. This destroyer had an active crew at any given hour throughout the year. When it was time for action though, everyone was scrambling to get where they needed to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The ship had been off the coast of Peru for three months now supporting Major Cole’s “A team” while they looked into whatever had made all of South America go black to the rest of the world. So far they had only been looking on the coast, and had found nothing. No humans, no “zombies”, nothing. It had been enough to make the Captain keep a radio that was in constant contact with the Cole’s team with him at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today was the first time they had decided to move further inland, to spite Green’s protests. Cole had brushed him off and told him if they did find anything this team was the best there was and that there was nothing to worry about. It had convinced Green, at least up until 20 minutes ago when Cole had called in and said they were heading to the beach and needed a cover team and pick up immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This was standard procedure and wouldn’t have caused alarm, if the Major and his team had been following it the last three months. Instead the Major had made it clear that unless his team was dying the only thing the Captain was giving him was a place to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Captain had set out the cover team ten minutes ago and was preparing the ship to pull back to the “safe” zone off the coast of Mexico. He had left his radio on but hadn’t heard from Cole sense his call for pick-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Sir, we are getting confirmation from the cover team. They are on the ground. Colonel Sheppard has a chopper waiting encase they need a quick pick-up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Thank you Ensign, keep me updated if there is any sudden change.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Captain Green paced the bridge, He had always trained to be calm and let the enemy come to him. But he had never figured out how to do that when he didn’t know what or who the enemy was. He began to imagine every sort of enemy, from children with bombs strapped to their backs to werewolves jumping from tree to tree after Cole’s team. His day dreaming was interrupted by his communications officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Sir, we have visual on Cole’s team.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Bring it up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A screen about the size of a normal home TV lit up and showed an image from his cover teams comm. Officer’s helmet cam. So far it showed Cole’s team, minus two people, including Major Cole, and a man, clearly civilian, be carried between two of the SEALs. The third was staying behind and turned back several times to make sure it was clear. As they moved closer the Captain began to see why. Out of the trees, limping and crawling toward the men, came several figures. They looked like people but their skin was like what he had seen during his first meeting with the men he now worked so closely with. Bones stuck out of joints and many of those that crawled were missing their lower halves altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As soon as the cover team saw this they opened up, firing on anything coming out of the trees. Even then it barely slowed them down. Even those that were hit and fell would get back up and keep stumbling toward them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“This is recording?” The Captain asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Yes sir, what the hell..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Can it, tell Sheppard to move his chopper in to pick up Cole’s team and the wounded man. Our cover team will stick around until they are away then head out themselves.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Green said all this without taking his eyes away from the image in front of him. He watched Colonel Sheppard’s bird come in and load the team and turn back heading for his ship. He then watched as the cover team loaded into their boat, still firing at the creatures and head back themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Captain was in the medical bay as soon as Cole’s team arrived. He moved toward the wounded civilian but barked at the marines standing around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“What the hell happened out there? Where is Cole? Who is this?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Sir, we have no idea what happened. We found a small group of civilians. Most were dead or dying. This guy was the only healthy one. He had a small hand gun and said they were there filming when they ran into the creatures. Cole ordered us to stay put while he and Mendes scouted. Before they came back those…things jumped us, we held out for a while but we were low on ammo. This guy got shot in the leg from somewhere. Probably one of us, it was crazy. We pulled back as soon as he started bleeding.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Calm down son,” Green put his hand on the SEALs shoulder, “You did good, saved a life. Major Cole would be proud of you. Get some rest. When we get to the safe zone I will need a report so get your head straight and take your time writing it. Ok?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Yes sir, thank you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“You all are dismissed, thank you for your service today.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Green turned toward the nurse and wounded man as the marines walked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“What do we have?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Nothing too serious, blood loss is his only problem. He will be fine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Good, I want to ask this…what is his name?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“ID says his name is James Neely, sir.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Hmm, well I want to ask this James Neely some questions when he wakes up. Call me when that happens.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-376124935737336016?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/376124935737336016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/376124935737336016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/376124935737336016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-5987646805418460339</id><published>2009-03-25T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:26:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I woke up this morning and my first thought was,"WOW I have to pee." So I did. Well When I got to the bathroom I realized it was raining. Which led to my second thought of the day. "This sucks, it's raining."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until a few hours ago that I realized how wrong that thought was. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because yesterday was BEAUTIFUL. And I praised God for it. But today it was raining so I just decided it was lame. But God made both days. He, in His glory, made the rain so that life could continue. But instead of praising Him for that, I cursed the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so like us though isn't it? We praise God for the beauty and the sun and the nice days, but we don't even think about praising Him for the rain that makes those days so amazing in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even the rain has beauty. It is beautiful because no matter how rough it is, no matter how wet we get. The sun is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-5987646805418460339?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5987646805418460339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/5987646805418460339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/5987646805418460339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-8136034548200653027</id><published>2009-03-16T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:58:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be a Christian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;I met a christian who doesn't like people of other races and colors. I like diversity.&lt;br /&gt;I met a christian who thinks that men and women are not equal. I think it's a level playing field.&lt;br /&gt;I met a christian who boycots Halloween. I like costumes and candy.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;met a christian who won't let his kids watch a cartoon that had "magic"&lt;br /&gt;in it. I watched cartoons like that and never joined a cult.&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;met christians that follow a political party and leaders because they&lt;br /&gt;we're more "moral" than the other guy. To me that's leaning on human&lt;br /&gt;strength.&lt;br /&gt;I meet christians who "have the truth", and hurt those around them. I want to help where I can.&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;met christians that have no sense of humour and live in fear of what&lt;br /&gt;they don't understand. I love to laugh and pursue joy along with&lt;br /&gt;knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;read about Jesus who did and said the most amazing things. I want to be&lt;br /&gt;like that guy. So I hope you don't mind if I avoid and ignore all of&lt;br /&gt;these christians and those who are like them. It's just that my&lt;br /&gt;attention is Elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-8136034548200653027?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8136034548200653027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-want-to-be-christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/8136034548200653027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/8136034548200653027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-want-to-be-christian.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be a Christian...'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-6358998766506424471</id><published>2009-03-16T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:24:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Captian Green walked into the meeting room around 6:30 am. He had been called, at home, around 3 and told he was needed in Dallas immediately. He was flow in shortly after. He had showered and eaten and was now in full dress uniform before some of the most powerful me of the lower midwest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “Captian, good to see you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; It was General Harper. Green saluted the man even though the general was with the army and he with the navy, thus leaving no reason for the formality, but Green held great respect for anymore man who had seen 5 tours of the brushfire wars in the Middle East. Even if he was a land lover. The general waved him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “Please, we are all friends here. Have a seat.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “Thank you sir, but if I may ask who are our other “friends.” Green asked while sitting in the only seat left empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The room was dark and their were only three others in the room not including the general and himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; There was a monitor on the wall behind two of the unknown men which was blank. Other then that the room was empty save the small round table he now sat at with folders in front of each seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “This is Colonel Shepard of the Air Force, Major Cole of the Marines, and Mr. Willaims who is here on behalf of the Secretary of Defense. We are all here because of Mr. Williams so I will turn the floor over to him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Williams stood. He looked out of place in his Calvin Kline suit among the dress uniforms that sat around him. He also looked like he knew it. His eyes were shifty and he was flexing his right fist. In his left hand was a small remote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “We are short of time and everything you need to know is in the folder in front of you so I will make this brief. As you all know most of South America have gone silent over the last few years and we have been preparing for an attack on either the US or Mexico. What you all don’t know is that a spy plane captured a full minute of video two days before Columbia went black.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; He pressed a button on his remote and the screen behind them lit up with the refined image of modern spy planes. There were more fires then Green had ever seen and thousands of people running in a steep panic. Then, slowly, more people came limping and crawling behind the runners. The camera zoomed in on these people and it showed chunks of skin taken out of many of of their limbs and they had grey, almost mold looking skin. Many of them were in hospital gowns or scrubs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The video clicked off and Green looked around the table. Major Cole was the first to speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “So what was it we just looked at? Military experiment gone wrong? Some kind of bio warfare?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “What do you know about zombies?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; This was the General. He had been looking through his folder and just looked up as the words left his mouth. It was Green’s turn to speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “Zombies? Like witch doctors and spells? Do you really think that is what we are dealing with?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Williams cleared his throat and everyone looked at him. “We don’t really have any idea what it is but according to sources within South America are calling them zombies so for now that is what we are calling them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “So how do we deal with them?” This was Shepard, who Green thought by the way the man came across was all about business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “That is why you are all here. The President has worked a deal and the General has already begun moving troops across Mexico. Colonel you are to recon the the areas stated in your folder and keeping the General up to date. Major Cole you are to put SEALs in to find to what we are up against. Which is where you come in Captain. Your ship is to be refitted and will support Cole’s men if something goes wrong. Now for the hard part. Because this is the first pre-strike sense World War II no one, not eve your family, can know about what you are doing and if something goes wrong you will not have support outside of the other uniformed men in this room. Are we understood?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “Wait, so you want us to go black, invade South America, without support, all to take down some theoretical “zombies” right?” This was Major Cole, who Green couldn’t seem to read at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “That is basically it, yes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; “Ok then,” Cole turned to Green and smiled, “Guess I will see you on the ship then mate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-6358998766506424471?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6358998766506424471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/6358998766506424471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/6358998766506424471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-8521944760342669639</id><published>2009-03-09T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:08:11.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Twenty years later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Abraham stood looking out the window of his office. He had just left a meeting where he had made his final offer to peacefully merge with Solar Empire, a company who was currently days away from a breakthrough in replacing gas with solar power. Abraham couldn't wait to get his hands on the money that would produce. He was the CEO for an alternative energy producing company by the name of Power Express. "not bad for the son of a loon" he would always joke at the Christmas parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; He had put his jacket over his chair and was loosening his tie when his secretary walked in. He turned and smiled at the young woman. "Shannon, how are you? What is it dear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "I am just fine thank you, sir there is a James Neely to see you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "Ah, well this should be interesting. Please send him in." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; James came in and hugged his old friend. The two were, by now, as different as they came. Where Abraham's hair was cut short and kept neat, James' hair was down to his shoulders and always looked as though he had just woken up. He had a beard coming in where Abraham kept his face clean. Finally James was clear not an advocate of dressing well when meeting CEOs. He wore a green t-shirt and a pair of jeans full of holes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "Hey prez how ya been man?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; James had called Abraham prez sense they had taken History together in 9th grade. It always steamed Abraham but he never showed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; " I have been fine friend, I would ask how you have been but your attire speaks for itself I think." They laughed together for a moment before Abraham got serious again. "So what brings you out here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; James pulled out a floppy disc and swayed it in his hand. "I thought you should see what I have on this disc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "And what might that be James?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "Answers to questions you gave up long ago bro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "So this is about my father again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "And that thing that attacked you family, yea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "My father attacked my family James, we both know it, I still can't seem to understand why you won't give this whole thing up. We know what happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "I don't give it up because it isn't true. Listen this disc has information about an outbreak in South America, one that caused the same effects that we saw the night your mom and brother were killed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Abraham turned and looked back out the window. His office was near the top floor and you could see all of Colorado from here. He loved the view, even more so when James was going on about these thing. "Why would I have interest in something that happened in South America? I am not following how this has to do with us or my family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "You may not care about the outbreak in South America, but you will probably care about a man by the name of Garsia Munnes. He lived in the town that had the outbreak, fled to America after escaping execution due to a bite on his arm. He moved to Grand Oaks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Abraham turned back to James slightly curious at this fact. "Our Grand Oaks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "Yea, he could be the zombie. The John Doe your dad killed. He could explain ever.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "No, stop. My dad killed my mom and my brother...and some other guy. Whatever you have found doesn't matter to me." He turned and looked back out the window. "James, you know I love you like a brother but I think it is time to drop all this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "Nah, bro look I know it is hard but come on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Abraham turned around, red faced, "No, this is stupid and the fact that you keep pushing this fairy tale on me is even worse. Get out of my office James, now." Rage and spit flew from his mouth and clung to the words that seemed to slap James across the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; James dropped his eyes to the disc, "Ok, I get it, I am leaving this here though, just look at it. For me." He dropped the disc on Abraham's desk and turned to leave. "I guess I will see you prez." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "I guess so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; With that James left. Abraham fell into his chair and, head in his hands, began to weep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-8521944760342669639?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8521944760342669639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/8521944760342669639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/8521944760342669639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-3307361257079785960</id><published>2009-03-03T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:34:39.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;James and Abraham ran through the woods at full speed. Every weekend they went and played games near the swamp. Abraham's mother hated this tradition and regularly complained about it, but it never slowed the young boys down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;James was several paces in front of Abraham and he was sprinting to keep up and follow the laughter and taunting of his best friend. So it was rather surprising when he ran face first into the boys back. He fell over and began to yell when James spun around, wide eyed, and put a finger over his mouth with one hand and pointed toward the murky water with the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Abraham sat up and looked in the direction of the pointed hand and opened his mouth to ask what, still fuming over falling in the mud and twigs, but soon saw that there was no need to ask anything. It was impossible to miss the thing standing in front of them. Limping around aimlessly. It had red liquid dripping like syrup from it's mouth and it's leg had bone broken and ripping through it's molding grey skin. Black puss oozing from the wound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;James whispered something about a swampman but Abraham didn't hear. The creature clearly did though. It turned toward them and lumbered forward and gave off a deep moan. It's arms flew up and, limping toward them, bared it's teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That was all it took for the two boys to run off as fast as they could back home. When they finally broke through the line of trees they collaped in Abraham's yard and looked back to see if the creature was still coming. When they didn't see it they decided to keep it between them and went home to dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That night Abraham was woken by the sounds of a gun shot. He had heard this shot before. It was his fathers huntng rifle. He tired to pretend it had been a dream but as soon as he closed his eyes again another shot went off. He got up and hid in the closet, afraid of what might be going on. He father was a kindhearted and gentle man but because he had lost his job not long ago had taken up drinking, which had begun to cause problems in the family. Another shot went off soon after and Abraham began to cry softly, soon causing him to doze of on the floor of his closet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He was shaken awake early the next morning by a  police officer. He was taken away in a police car not knowing what had happened the night before. He later found out his father was charged with the murder of a man they called John Doe, his mother, and his older brother but never put in prison. He was instead put into a mental facility due to his claims that he had to kill his family because they had been biten by this John Doe and would soon become "zombies". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-3307361257079785960?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3307361257079785960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/3307361257079785960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/3307361257079785960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-2337836591458419218</id><published>2009-02-26T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:35:16.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So this is going to be a little different but it is something that God laid on my heart and I am following Him. So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So Two things have been plaguing me. The first is the complete lack of evangelism in the church today. When I say that what I mean is that no one shares the Jesus anymore. We don't live in a way that shows who our savior is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sure we wear t-shirts and carry bibles and go to church but is it enough? I don't think so. Every person we pass in the mall, on the highway, on the way to the bathroom, every person is either going to heaven or hell. If you don't say something, show them who Jesus is and they go to hell, it is your fault. Period. It may be other peoples fault, or even that persons, also but you take part of the blame and will have to answer for it when you get to heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you have a bible with you in public, read it. If you got to church, invite people, if you are about to pray before you eat, ask the people around you if they have any prayer requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It isn't enough to say it. It isn't enough to just believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;James 2:14-17 Dear friends, do you think you'll get anywhere in this if you learn all the right words but never do anything? Does merely talking about faith indicate that a person really has it? For instance, you come upon an old friend dressed in rags and half-starved and say, "Good morning, friend! Be clothed in Christ! Be filled with the Holy Spirit!" and walk off without providing so much as a coat or a cup of soup—where does that get you? Isn't it obvious that God-talk without God-acts is outrageous nonsense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We have to live it, and passionately.I want to look at a few commands from Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Matthew 10:5-8 Jesus sent his twelve harvest hands out with this charge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "Don't begin by traveling to some far-off place to convert unbelievers. And don't try to be dramatic by tackling some public enemy. Go to the lost, confused people right here in the neighborhood. Tell them that the kingdom is here. Bring health to the sick. Raise the dead. Touch the untouchables. Kick out the demons. You have been treated generously, so live generously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Check this out. Heal the sick? Raise the dead? We can't do this can we? But Jesus is commanding in so evidently we can. So why aren't we? We lack passion. We have become lukewarm. All of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Revelation 3:15-17 "I know you inside and out, and find little to my liking. You're not cold, you're not hot—far better to be either cold or hot! You're stale. You're stagnant. You make me want to vomit. You brag, 'I'm rich, I've got it made, I need nothing from anyone,' oblivious that in fact you're a pitiful, blind beggar, threadbare and homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That is us. Don't think so? Go out to a hospital right now and heal someone. If you can't then you are lukewarm. Period. We lack the passion that the men and women of the bible showed. We lack the love that was shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Matthew 22:37-40 Jesus said, "'Love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and intelligence.' This is the most important, the first on any list. But there is a second to set alongside it: 'Love others as well as you love yourself.' These two commands are pegs; everything in God's Law and the Prophets hangs from them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We don't love people like we love ourselves at all. We let people go hungry and without clothes and without shelter and drive by people on the street all the time without so much as praying for them. It is not ok and needs to stop now. We wouldn't let that happen to ourselves so we can't let that happen to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We need the passion that is lacking in our faith and in our lives right now. We live just like God is something that is a natural thing and not a big deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Luke 7:40-47 Jesus said to him, "Simon, I have something to tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;   "Oh? Tell me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Two men were in debt to a banker. One owed five hundred silver pieces, the other fifty. Neither of them could pay up, and so the banker canceled both debts. Which of the two would be more grateful?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Simon answered, "I suppose the one who was forgiven the most."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; "That's right," said Jesus. Then turning to the woman, but speaking to Simon, he said, "Do you see this woman? I came to your home; you provided no water for my feet, but she rained tears on my feet and dried them with her hair. You gave me no greeting, but from the time I arrived she hasn't quit kissing my feet. You provided nothing for freshening up, but she has soothed my feet with perfume. Impressive, isn't it? She was forgiven many, many sins, and so she is very, very grateful. If the forgiveness is minimal, the gratitude is minimal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't know about any of you or your life story but I know mine and I was forgiven of so much and I never want my praise, thanks, passion, or love for God to be small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That is all I can say. It has be plaguing my heart and I felt the need to show so I just pray that all of you would grow in your passion for the Lord and think about what I have said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;God bless you and keep you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;God smile on you and gift you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;God look you full in the face and make you prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bond Servant of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Phil. 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-2337836591458419218?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2337836591458419218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/2337836591458419218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/2337836591458419218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496616911913121423.post-2057328995524644081</id><published>2009-02-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:13:03.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anit-gay bill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scapegoat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NC'/><title type='text'>I need to move.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hokay so, first you all need to know I read the paper in the morning. I just do. And this morning I was skimming the local section when I found something that made me want to punch babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The proposal of an anti-gay bill in NC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Now most of you guys know my view on homosexual marriage but if you don't let me sum it up. I do not agree with it and when I become a pastor will not perform it but also do not think there should be laws for or against the subject. The first amendment protects our right to freedom of religion, which includes freedom from religion. So if we take the freedom from religion away from the atheists we are in fact taking away our right to practice our own faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Now that you understand that let me talk about why this bill bothers me personally. First off it is not needed. North Carolina has state law that already defines marriage as between man and woman. I do not see the need to add to an already clear law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Secondly, I do not see this as anything but a scapegoat as to how poorly our state government is handling the economic crisis. We need to focus on what is important and in my honest opinion that means making sure people have a place to live, food to eat, and a job to help them support themselves. Not if the gays are holding hands in the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Finally, and in my opinion most importantly, how is this gaining people to the kingdom of Christ? How will this bill make us look anything other then over-zealous bigots? How many gay people will come to know Christ because of this bill? I don't think very many at all to be honest with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; But of course I may not fully understand politics...or idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496616911913121423-2057328995524644081?l=solanumblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2057328995524644081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/2057328995524644081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496616911913121423/posts/default/2057328995524644081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solanumblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-move.html' title='I need to move.'/><author><name>Stefan, Bondservert of Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037976034300041647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGT-lHei-hs/SahFhxjLqxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/I3WDXJCMNy8/S220/sex+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
