Nostalgic Incense

God is good. God is just. He made the universe. He made life. He gave us salvation through His Begottten Son. He will bless the entire family of a believer who comes from a gentile household. He will never forsake us. He will make sure there is never a “good bye” between anyone who is Born again, rather a “see you later” instead. He will say the phrase that is more sweeter than honey and milk when He greets you at  the Heavenly Gates. He will bring all His children back to Him in the most cataclysmic event to ever happen in human history. He will allow the greatest evil the world has ever known to carry out his plans on Earth. He will have the people endure 21 judgements in one last ditch effort for them to come back to Him. He will establish His Millennial Kingdom that will still reside of both the saved and cold-hearted. He will once and for all vanquish the fallen angel, Lucifer, to the sentence that is justly deserved. He will make a new Heaven and Earth. He will wipe away every tear, for there shall be no more crying, pain, or death for the former things are passed away. He is the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. He is Jesus Christ.

Nostalgia is where you recall a former memory or experience of a particular moment in your life. Something many of the old timer’s do…frequently about the same thing over and over again without realizing it. Take into effect that it serves many purposes. A hopeless 47 yr. old drunk wash-up would babble “I cOuld hAve maaadE sooomeTING [hicup] of my F@%$in’ seLF! But nooOOOoo! I eNded up…..”. In this case, it would deliver self regret for what said drunk messed up. Mainly, life. It wouldn’t provide any consolation, but would occupy their minds with enough “what if’s”  to have them pass out instead of dying of alcohol poisoning. Ol’ grandpa would recall the days of his youth. When he was once able to play marbles as a boy, go to his first school dance, and so many of those “when I was your age” stories. This scenerio gives gramps the ability to enjoy what he has experienced throughout his many years of life. Never able to go back to those “good old days”, but still content. Adults bicker about the how gas was cheaper back when compared to now. They wish things were like before when it comes to those prices. Nostalgia will incure utter glee, a wistful sigh, or even head-splitting incense.

I’m still pretty young. Almost 17 yrs. of age now and soon going into my Senior (final as well) year of HIgh School. Social life has been at its best and keeps rising up. Quite a bit of family together-ness going on. Entertainment has been remarkable. All these awesome flicks coming out, soon being able to rock out on a real plasic guitar (not including plastic drums n mic), and YouTube outranking television. Life couldn’t get any better for a gentile…the only problem is that I am no longer a FULL gentile.

I am what is considered a ’saved gentile’ (made it up myself). I was of this world for roughly 14 yrs. of my life. I partook in what mainstream pop culture told me to do. Some things I am thankful for while others…not so much. I accepted Christ which made me a New Born person that has had many of his influences drawn from the world. So now, I have drawn my influences from mainly the Bible, but the world views still Linger. What this has resulted in for me is a spiritual life focused on God.

So I have an entertainment life, a social life, and a family life that are at their highest ever which would be great for any american teenager. While those pillars are amongst the clouds…..they simply tower over my spiritual life. It doesn’t take a genius to notice a problem in their own life. It thought it would heal itself, but apparently it didn’t. My role in my student ministry has diminished so badly that I have become aghast to how far I have fallen. Where I am at leaves me shocked and appalled…my strengths have become rusty, my knowledge about the End Times and Californication has dropped (californicaton tier 5 wasn’t even written when it was released. i wrote the damn thing a half a year ago for god’s sake). I am not even willing to extend my hand another 3 in. to reach my Bible, so I continue to play video games for hours on end. Thusly, I no longer have a desire to read anything at all…..what once began as a plateau in my spiritual life quickly transformed into a random up-hill, down-hill spiral where I keep finding myself content one moment and then begging for forgiveness down the road. I dwell in the fact that I was learning new things from God everyday. Steadfast in my relationship with Christ. I kept climbing the mountain. Finding no sight of the peak and hoping it wouldn’t come soon. Clouds of glory prevented me from seeing how much higher I could go. This motivated me to clamber the mountain without fear nor hesitation. Even the struggles of winter kept me strong in my faith. As I would climb, the harsh bitter winds would try to knock me down. I would lose my grip every now and then, but stop I did not. Reaching that plateau was nerve racking and arkward. Falling down…even worse…

If I were to find the cause of all this, I couldn’t say. But I do recall the day where everything took root. I don’t remember the date exactly (too lazy to find out), but it all started the day before Senior graduation for 3 of my friends. I was up late working on a project I decided to leave up untill the last minute. It was an interview project that was already a week late and had to be turned in on Friday or I get a 0/300 points. THAT would have been a major pitfall for me in the future so I type up the last 4 interviews up on my computer to print out. It was about 1 am when I finished so I thought to myself “print it out, then finally go to bed!“ Well, it turns out after I print out one of the 4 pages…the damn printer jams up! It keeps swallowing in the paper so most of it gets shoved in on one side. So I try to fix the thing, but it only infuriates me to the point of constant cussing and swearing. I kept trying to swear at a lower volume so I wouldn’t awake my parents upstairs (still amazed they hear me). I literally took 3 hrs trying to make the damn piece of crap to work! So by then it’s already 4 am so I decide to write the rest up at school. The plan was to ride the bus to school and feverishly finish it up there before classes started. I go to bed agitated, but pray nonetheless. I end up waking up at 5 am after having one of the strangest, perplexing things happen to me. This just confuses me so I put it off as nothing and go back to bed. I wake up late, missing the bus by an hour. This puts the original plan into shambles. So I end up having to endure my mom yelling at me while she drops me off at school which is never fun. I arrive at school at 8 am and worry about what I’m gonna do. I end up explaining to my history teacher that I’ll have it in by the end of the day (may God bless her understanding!). After the joy of having one more chance to finish this paper arises, I remember I still have to finish a photography project the same day…..imagine the distress. The photo project was simply to develop some pictures I took in a dark room and show them to the teacher. The only solution to these two dilemas was to finish the paper first and then the photo project. I end up skipping most of my lunch to write this blasted thing, only to leave the library for a quick bite to eat. I literally spent but a mere 3 min. in the cafeteria. 1 min. to buy an overly priced, tiny cheeseburger. 1 min. to eat it. 1 min. to throw the paper and say farwell to my friends. Worst. Lunch. Ever. I end up skipping french class (no big deal, got straight A’s there) to write the rest of the paper which did get completed. Due to the time limit, I actually had to make up an interview off the top of my head. All that was left was to turn it in by day’s end and go to the photography room. The photo teacher (may God bless him as well) let me into the photo room to work on it. Apparently I was doing something wrong because I kept getting an all black image. I was there for about 2 hrs. and in that time 1 girl came in to do her work, she left, another 2 came in later, they leave, then a nice girl (not THAT kind of ’nice’ you perverts). Since I was the only guy in there with the first girl, she kept giving off a  you better not try anything kind of vibe, which made me feel awkward and offended. Same thing with the other 2 girls. So by this time, I’m agitated, offended, and impatient. On the verge of blowing up, the nice girl (may God bless her has well) came in and started some friendly chit chat. Nothing flirty or anything like that, just friendly. She ended up giving me some advice as to how fix what I’m doing. Helpful…yes, but I had to go to civics class for part of our final exam. I go there, end up writing about half a page, mess up in the worst way. I had to start over, stay 5min. after class to finish next to a air conditioner that was freezing my ass off!! I had to go BACK to the dark room to finish up, couldn’t remember what the nice girl told me to fix, so I stay an additional full hour there cussing and swearing in every sentence I made. I was pissed off in the worst way…had ZERO idea what I was doing wrong…it was literally Hell in there (it was all red in there…). I remember I need to take my science final exam which was my worst subject!! Imagine what was running through my mind!! I write a full paper, take writing exam, have eaten next to nothing, need to finish a photo project, and now take a physics final exam…I was pissed beyond belief!!! As things continue to unravel, I ask my one friend to give me a ride home which was cool with him. What wasn’t cool was getting in his car jammed with another 8 or 9 strangers I didn’t even know! So I end up walking home instead and avoid another yelling when I give my mom a flower I took from some neighbors garden (ace).

Anyways, (please bare with me) I end up going late to my friends’ graduation ceremony which was in a church. I end up sittin’ alone when I didn’t find whom I was supposed to sit with. The whole ceremony thing was the highlight of the piece of shit day. Things could have really changed for the better after the ceremony. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Since I only got an hour or so of sleep, I was beginning to fade out. I managed to congratulate my graduated friends (wouldn’t have missed that for the world), but couldn’t find a way home. My mom was at least an hour away from home and dad was at work. So it’s already after 9 o’clock and I have no way of getting home which was a full 2 miles away. Walking through the dark roads to only stand outside my home with no keys…makes perfect sense. My one friend, Kedren (newly graduated), offered if I would want to go to the graduate after-party or something like that. It’s all the way in another town over 10 miles away. If I was to go, I was to go with my one other friend, but he wouldn’t even answer his phone. So it’s almost 10 pm (dammit) and I don’t give any answer to Kedren and just begin walking up to a gas station a couple of blocks away. I call my mom to get me there so I end up waiting for half an hour. Kedren worries about me and calls (such a good, good, friend she is), but I reluctantly tell her about my horrible day. I left out a few parts, but she got the main story. While at the gas station talking with Kedron on the phone, mom drives up. As we go home, the call breaks up. By then I really don’t give a shit anymore. I get home, get a call from Ken, who heard about my day (such a good friend). I end up babbling some random junk that even I didn’t know what I meant to say. Embaressed, I say good bye and said I was gonna be fine. I was not fine after that. I swore more than I did in a year that day, angry that God didn’t help me in the dark room (not at Him, but what He didn’t do), wasn’t even caring about important stuff…

So in a nutshell, this is what happened:

Worked on paper until 1 am, but printer jammed. Wasted 3 hours fixing it. Woke up at 5 am and had an awkward and confusing experience. Missed bus, got to school late, skipped most of lunch to work on paper, spent but a minute in lunch to eat a tiny burger, finished paper, went to photography dark room, was being seen as a pervert in the dark room by 3 girls when I did nothing wrong at all, photos were coming out bad, had to leave to do a writing exam, got super cold in there, went back to dark room, ended up swearing with no signs of stopping, had to take a physics final exam, walk home, late to friends’ graduation, sleep got to me, couldn’t find way home, walked a few blocks to a gas station, got concern from friends but felt like I just lashed out at them, unintentionally insulted one of my friends…

Forgive me if I seem to be going off on a rant or rammbling on, but I just had to share this. That horrible day gave way to over a month of me messing up my spiritual life. As I remember over a year ago, when I went on a missions trip to New York City, I was at the top of my game. I had a passion for God. I wanted to serve Him with all my heart’s content. Then I looked at myself. It gave me an incense of rage. O’ how I wish to be like that again! I want to be close to God like never before. My other areas of life have gotten better, but that doesn’t make me happy in the long run. God does. I know I have lost some authority and even respect…knowing I have gone so far off from where I once was saddens me. Recently, I wasn’t allowed to go on a missions trip to Lebanaon (not the country) due to money. It only made me feel worse. I simply love serving the church there! I love every little thing about it! Maybe that’s God in me, but hearing the gospel spread in both English AND my native toungue, Spanish………it just feel’s like Warmness on the Soul. Even though I didn’t go, I still wanted to be part of it. I was discouraged to say farwell to the ones going because of someone and that caused a heavy feeling of sorrow on my heart. I wanted to send them off with something. I wanted to give some last minute advice to those who already went and those who haven’t. The only thing I could think of doing was to have my encouragement be sent through someone else. I texted a friend of mine who was on the trip to do just that and that brought satisfaction over my soul. If she told everyone or not…knowing I at least made an effort makes me happy. I fully notice where I am at. I am not at my best. I fully accept that. I am stripped of certain privileges and opportunities…but I accept that. I am where I am at because I fully deserve it. And Justice For All…I am not going to justify my reasons when I know I deserve worse. For what I have done recently and in the past. I know I am a worthless sinner that deserves the pits of Hell. . .but I also know God puts me through these trials for a reason. For the greater good that is He. God is Good. God is Just. He will never forsaken me…As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O’ God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me. Where is thy God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou diquieted in me? hope thou in God for I shall yet praise Him fror the help of His countenance. O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar: Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. Yet the Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me?  hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise Hime, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. -Psalm 42

It’s Californication (tier 5)

We are always looking at what new ‘scandal’ our favorite celebrities have committed. Sure there are some celebrities that seem like a good influence, but Californication is always lookin’ for a new way to spice things up a bit. The moment word gets out of what ‘so and so’ supposively did, the fans go ballistic and the press eats it up. The press always exaggerates the truth, so we aren’t sure of the facts. They hold that much over us. Being able to manipulate the facts and turn them into fallacy. This can ruin the celebrity, or gives them a new image. How many supposive ‘nude pictures’ have been released to the public. How many times have we heard about that star that had way too much partying that night. That vulgar action that they committed, or that controversial video that was released. It at times seems like the celebrities will do this on purpose, just to stay in the spotlight a little bit longer. The way the press takes it and molds it like clay…it’s almost like our morals and beliefs of ourselves’, as well as the world’s, are barraged with blitzkrieg tactics that are relentless to cease. Thinking we got someone to look up to, only to find they aren’t who they portray themselves as, but as everything that we are against.

The Best of Pink Floyd

If you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding! -Another Brick in the Wall (Pt.2)

Pink Floyd surfaced about during the psychedelic 60’s. Although starting in the hippie scene they quickly began to mature in their music style. Such a style of rock that has caused the name Pink Floyd to become known unto every generation to date. Only a few bands have been able to stay in the minds of generations; such as Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, U2, Nirvana. The overall intoxicating sound of this killer band makes it one of my most favourite bands of all time.

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Pink Floyd developed a sound of rock that goes beyond the genre. Rock is defined by guitar shedding, screaming vocalists, and giant most pits. Such a song as this is the complete opposite! Using instruments other than the basic guitars and drums is unheard of by the general public! “Us and Them” is the perfect example of the uniqueness Pink Floyd has brought to the table.

The usage of sounds in a song isn’t seen very often today. Mostly due to the fact that many artist fail to pair up instruments and noises in an attractable format. The noises I am referring to are most anything. A cash register, water drops, and ticking clocks for example. Using it to the fullest extent is determined by how well it is melted with the song. “Time” does just that with clocks in the intro quickly developing into esquesite melody of this rock masterpiece.

In all honesty, this is barely even considered rock in my mind. The absence of a 6-string guitar rocking out at full blast alongside of a killer vocalist isn’t rock in most minds. Instead of the played out rock song, this is completely different…a female soul singer who seems to be pouring out her soul into this truely beautiful symphony called “Great Gig in the Sky”. The changing this song to seem more “rock” would be an injustice to Pink Floyd and music all together. This song doesn’t need lyrics…the power of this song allows you to interpret anyway you want.

The epidemy of Pink Floyd is this very song called “One Slip”. Undoubtfully, this is my favourite for my own reasons. The intro screams climatic build-up. Every part of this song is raveled together to bring out one of my favourite rock songs ever. The bass, guitar, drums, vocals, and electronics is a marvel of perfection…the lyrics illustrate what can be related to any person. Not much else to be said about perfection.

Regeneration, Faith, Love

1 John 5:1-5 1.Everyone who believes that Jesus is the Christ is born of God, and everyone who loves the father loves his child as well. 2.This is how we know that we love the children of God: by loving God and carrying out his commands. 3.This is love for God: to obey his commands. And his commands are not burdensome, 4.for everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith. 5.Who is it that overcomes the world? Only he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God.

The walk of a follower of Christ is a difficult one. The simple fact that we’re saved makes Satan work all the harder to have us slip. All it takes is One Slip to fall off track. Resulting in obsession, addiction, and wallowing in what tempted you in the first place. Staying true to God is an immense feat, ranging from not insulting people to not sleeping with random people, and anything in between and beyond. I guarantee the temptor will make himself easily known when things begin to take a turn for the worse. He will not mask his intentions. You will easily be able to acknowledge the fact that Satan is attempting to stray you from the path of God (A road already narrow to begin with). Even though it will be easily noticed, many will continue to indulge in the sins Satan offers them. A Gentile would care less about what God would think about them. Taking satisfaction during the act, but feeling remorse after fornication…remorse, guilt, displeasure after partaking in the act. A person of the world would have no reason to feel such things. They see that they comand their life and worship the ways of the world. Loving in what pleases them to see, taking satisfaction in what is done with the flesh, and taking pride in what they have…three sins of the world that would, in no way, be surpassable without faith. Faith is the victor that vanquishes the three. Faith and love in Christ. The faith that has us take into consideration what He has done. Applying it to our life because He has commanded it. So why do we follow in what He has commanded? Love. The love that is felt for our Saviour. If you love someone, wouldn’t you do what they say? “I really want to go eat here instead honey, is that okay?” “Sure, why not”. Taking into consideration what your loved one says shows how you feel about them. We follow His commandments because we love Him. There is a lot of fake love out there that consists of one party getting the better end of the deal. Many people would claim God doesn’t deserve it. “Sure, God took my successful business away and I’m suppossed to thank him? Yeah, I’ll get on that.” A man like this was probably only living for himself to begin with. Not many successful businesses run a clean operation. They take out the small prey to obtain more for their own self gain. And Justice For All. He is a Just God, not only Loving. A parent can’t expect to be a good parent if they aren’t just. If no justice is served, then your undoubtfully gonna get a little brat who wants everything hand fed to him. (Sorry, got a little off topic there)

Anyway, we follow His commandments because we love Him. Many do claim to love Him, yet fail to follow the most important commandment (talked about in this passage and throught the whole book). Love the Lord with all your heart. This directs you to love others. Such tasks should be done with delight and not grief. Another passage that has to deal with this is 1John 4:11 Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another. The word that I want to stress is ‘ought’ meaning ’should’. The word ‘ought’ implying that it is more of a duty. A police officer ’should’ keep the law, but it is very well known that many form deals with the criminal to for self-gain. People ‘ought’ to treat each other with respect, but you don’t need me to tell you how miserably this is failing. The Brits and French can get along after hundreds of years of rivalery, why can’t America follow suit? The WORLD pardoned the actions of Germany, yet you have every ethnic group viciously attacked by whatever rival. The word ‘ought’ in this passage does not imply that it should be duty, but a nature. As described in an earlier passsage: 1John 4:7,8 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and everyone that loves is born of God, and knows God. He that loves not does not know God; for God is love. Everyone that is born of HIm loves. That comes with the New Birth (accepting Christ as Saviour). If you know HIm, then it is second nature to love. For when you accept Christ, He abides in you. This results in love being second nature. As a bird’s nature is to fly, a fish’s nature is to swim, a human’s nature is to breathe. Thusly, there should be no grief in the voice of a follower of Christ when asked to serve. Naturally, any person, saved or not, would moan, groan, or complain when performing a task they would rather not do, but sticking with it still shows the love nonetheless.

This post courtesy of Pastor John Piper. This post wouldn’t be made possible without listening to a sermon of his that dealt completely with this, titled “Regeneration, Faith, Love: In That Order”. I do not take full credit for everything in this post for it is mostly a reillustration of what he said, only with a few of my own views of it.

Californication (tier 4)

Pay your surgeon very well

To break the spell of aging

 

Make-up has been around for what seems like forever. Its purpose for the young is to look more mature or attractive. Its purpose for the old is to look younger and appealing. But now both the young and old are looking for more extreme ways to obtain that “perfect look”. Obsession for looking “hot” has brought us to tamper with the way God has made us. We no longer look our own person, but like someone else. Plastic surgeons offer the cure for the “hideous” faces of average citizens. For what price? In exchange for some thousand dollars is all. Results? Gaining the long pursued look of perfection, and having tainted the appearance God sent you to this world with. Surgery now seems like a salvation to those who see themselves as “hideous”. It gives them that idea that they have found the way to ‘break the spell of aging’. The saying “you’re perfect in God’s eyes” holds less and less influence and consolation to the ever evolving morals of the new generation.

In all reality it’s completely impossible to look like the models, actors, and artists on the magazine covers. It is true that hours upon hours are spent to manually inhance the image of the cover model, but what isn’t revealed are the technical or virtual enhances that add that “perfect touch”.  It must be realized that the photos taken of the cover models must be put on a computer to get the magazine out to the masses. All it takes to produce a “perfect” face is the usage of an application called PhotoShop. This little marvel allows the user to manipulate any photo, any way they see fit. The computer techies of the magazines use this application to create the “perfect” face that is plainly impossible to achieve due to the fact that a computer did it. In fact, 99% of magazine cover faces recieve the “perfect touch” to reduce blemishes, body fat, wrinkles, unsightly marks…

This video goes much more in depth in how the modeling business uses PhotoShop to create an unatainable body that cannot be replicated anywhere else, other than the virtual world.

 

Sympathy for the Devil

 

Matthew Ch. 4

1. Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. 2. And after He had fasted forty days and forty nights, He then became hungry.  3. And the tempter came and said to Him, “If You are the Son of God, command that these stones become bread.” 4. But He answered and said, “It is written, ‘MAN SHALL NOT LIVE ON BREAD ALONE, BUT ON EVERY WORD THAT PROCEEDS OUT OF THE MOUTH OF GOD.’ “  5. Then the devil took Him into the holy city and had Him stand on the pinnacle of the temple, 6. and said to Him, “If You are the Son of God, throw Yourself down ; for it is written, ‘HE WILL COMMAND HIS ANGELS CONCERNING YOU’; and ‘ON their HANDS THEY WILL BEAR YOU UP, SO THAT YOU WILL NOT STRIKE YOUR FOOT AGAINST A STONE.’ “  7. Jesus said to him, “On the other hand, it is written, ‘YOU SHALL NOT PUT THE LORD YOUR GOD TO THE TEST.’ “  8. Again, the devil took Him to a very high mountain and showed Him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory  9. and he said to Him, “All these things I will give You, if You fall down and worship me.”  10. Then Jesus said to him, “Go, Satan! For it is written, ‘YOU SHALL WORSHIP THE LORD YOUR GOD, AND SERVE HIM ONLY.’ “  11. Then the devil left Him; and behold, angels came and began to minister to Him.

“Sympathy for the Devil“-Rolling Stones (a remix of the original rock version)

So what is it you want from me sir? I have everything to offer you, dear friend. Abide within me and I shall grant you untold riches. You shall be granted fortune in all things. I will graciously grant you pleasure accessible only in following my teachings. Once you witness what I have to offer, your desire to follow me in every way shall grow. That does sound like a nice offer…but what exactly makes you think I will follow you? Simply gaze upon my persona. I am more famous than any being throughout human history. Everyone knows my name. Everyone? You mean the whole world? Why of course. I am recognized in such a vast aray of ways. I am what people live for. I am in every blessing I have bestowed upon the human race. Take into consideration, that I am the essence of sexual intercourse. What? How? Was it not for me, you would be bound to a single mate. I would not so cruely do such an act. You sholud be free to have sex with any and countless partners. Experiment. Be cheerful in what your body was made for. And if you must, force it upon your partner. For they truely inside wish to be taken advantage of. Rape!? I could never do such a thing! There is no logic in that! Just the thought of it…they don’t wanna, then they don’t wanna!  Bah! The only voice of reason there is is ME. My ways are logical. They are law. Take heed of the Ancient Greeks.  They saw it my way…they truely took pleasure in what I proposed. The Greeks loved to engage in sex. Rape was norm back then. As was prostitutes, for you see women are made to be simple commidies for men. I remember seeing the Greeks engaging in sex with any person. Not only men with other men, but with children as well. O how they favored the youth! I think I’m gonna hurl…that…is just so appalling! Dear-My principles may seem different, but you will soon see it my way, as I have been the subject of much contraversy, but humans do not fully comprehend my goal. Follow and you shall learn. Follow you!? A lune like you!?  I advise you not blashpeme. Do you not see? I am everything you dream of being. I am like Mussolini and Kennedy. I shall lead my people to what I see as the greater good for them. I shall commender power and authority that none shall will dare to challenge my power, all the while keeping the best interests of my followers in check. Like Joseph Stalin and Ghandi. Do you not see that I am the Cult of Personality? You can’t help but love me! My priniciples may seem presumptous, but they uphold the luxuries of your everyday life. Go ahead and spend and spend to your heart’s content. (guess he means credit cards) Take no anguish in how to obtain the needed money. Hoard it in any way possible. Swindle others for your own profit. Decieve the naive, for they are ever so foolhardy. Take joy in what I have provided for you. Continue to be consumed in such mirth, that you will want to do nothing else but worship my name! For I have provided it for just such cause. So the human race stands in awe in what I have sculpted. But do not be fooled by what the so called “Lord and Redeemer” has done for you. What do you mean? This man deserves all we have to offer. THERE IS NO OTHER BEFORE ME! FOR I AM THE TRUE LORD WHO DESERVES ALL YOUR PRAISE AND WORSHIP! What exactly did this Son of God do for you? He died on the cross for my sins, that’s what. I have been around for a long, long time. I very well remember that day. Was it not for me, Pilate would not have washed his hands that very much sealed the fate of the the Lamb. His death was all in vain. He himself doubted his efforts. Tell me, did not he very well utter the sacred words “Lord, why hath thou forsaken me?” Even he doubted His Master. His death was NOTHING. (I don’t care about what he says, I not listening to him) WHAT WAS THAT! IDIOTIC FOOL! DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT I KNOW YOUR EVERY DREAM, ANGER, AND THOUGHT! If I did not, how else would I enforce my laws to the masses! I very much know what you attempt to do against MY NAME. Spreading the “gospel” throughout the world. Your supposive God has done NOTHING  for your kind. You do not recieve what you want by asking him. You must do as I say and take it. Take benefit in the failures of the foolish. Do what you must to gain. I will not do what you say! You hold no power over me! Hahahaha! I do what I damn near please mortal! Was it not me who killed the the last Czar of Russia? Anastasia screams were all in vain. For Nicholas’ death ushered in the rise of Communism. Paving the path for the all so blissful purges of Stalin. So many dead! Twas’ I who guided the Nazi armies to overtake Europe! What a feat! Storming the god forsaken countries in  a myriad of Blitzkrieg strikes. Easily overtaking all who dared oppose. How many bodies were left rotting in the fields! The furnaces of Alemania were O’ so bountiful of the sweet scent of dead Jewish bodies! How I enjoyed hunting the Jews for sport! Setting them free across a field in a useless attempt to save their hides…much game was killed by my rifle. What glee I had while I watched you kings and queens fight for a 100 years for imaginary gods. What a show! Killing so many for such a pointless cause. Grade -A entertainment. I shouted out “Who killed the Kennedys?”, knowing very well it was you humans and I who did the deed. There was no way I was going to let the humans have a season of cheer under the name of someone other than ME. You may have had your way, but that was only because God, the Name on High, let it happen for his master plan to unfold. I did these things on my own terms, not His. He holds no power over ME! He is a pathetic, weak, damnable being who knows of nothing. He was threatened by my intentions to rise up over Him that He cast me out of Heaven! He cannot even protect his “children”. Thousands a day die at my hands. I limit them of manna, causing famine all over the world. I am at the source of every war that is, and was, and is to be raged. I easily take care of the sealed by leading them off their path. How easily fools are detoured from their committed path! My determination and perseverance draws all to me. I am the one who has stolen the souls of the otherwise misled. It was me who veered the “righteous” down the wrong path to ultimatly steal their faith. It wa-but didn’t you say your way was the right way? You just admitted that you way is clearly the wrong way! You can’t even keep your “facts” right! ….verily, verily I say unto you…YOU WRETCHED, DISGRACEFULL EXCUSES FOR SERVANTS!! THE HUMAN RACE IS NOTHING BUT A USELESS LOT!! YOUR RACE DESERVES ETERNITY IN THE FLAMES OF HELL!! DO YOU NOT SEE!?!? Every enforcer of the the law of god is considered a crime! Every sinner is a saint and shall be blessed on this world for as long as they live. And they best hope that they live a long prosperous life! For the moment the reaper takes their useless spirit from their body, then it is MINE FOREVERMORE. Mine to torture in the bowels of Hell, crying out for salvation from the fiery pit. What soothing sound is the moans and vain cries of the condenmed! For you humans are to blame for all the wrong on this world, and you shall duely recieve what is deserved. I have not need to worry for mine own life, for it is forever written in the Book of the Lamb! It cannot be blotted out, for the eternal spirit of Christ resides within me! This only motivates me to claim as many lives for Jesus as I can! SAY NOT THAT NAME!!!! He holds noth-was it not for Him I would most assuradly be left to follow you without even knowing it! Praise the Lord Jesus Christ for what He has done! SILENCE YOU DAMN FU-YOU HOLD NO POWER OVER ME LUCIFER! I REVEAL YOUR NAME FOR WHAT IT IS! YOU ARE THE DECIEVING SERPANT WHO CANNOT VANQUISH THE HOLIEST OF HOLIES! I SHALL WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF SHADOW OF DEATH, AND HAVE NO FEAR OF THE TEMPTER, FOR THE SHEPHARD SHALL LEAD ME TO HIS SAFE PLACE! HE SHALL LEAD ME TO SAFE WATERS AND PASTURE TO REST FROM THE INEQUITIES OF THIS WORLD! NO ONE IS ABOVE THE MOST HIGH FOR HE IS THE MASTER! THE BRIGHT MORNING STAR! THE THE WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE!….huff..huff..huff..(where did that come from? how did my voice manage that?) huh? He’s gone….. 

In the very face of Satan, Jesus denied temptation and stayed true to the Father. We neglect to follow His example, because we falter O’ so many times along the path. We as people take pure joy and pleasure in sin. By this, we are turning our backs on God. To turn your back on God is to live for sin. To live for sin is to live for Satan. Plain and simple. There are many who know this, yet refuse to change their ways. But a true believer in Christ Jesus repents and confesses their sins to the Redeemer. We all falter, it is inevitalbe. Those who have accepted Christ as their Saviour, who died on the cross for everyone’s sins, have accepted the gift of eternal salvation. Was it not for the Messiah, we would all be left for the Lake of Fire. But God so loved the world, that He gave is only begotten son so that we may all have the gift of eternal life in Heaven if we declare Jesus as Lord and believe it in our hearts to be true.

For those who had enough reason to read this whole message, please do not hesitate. It is not yet too late to repent of you sins. Accept Christ into your heart and truely believe that He died on the cross for the sins of you and I. There is no sin too great to be forgiven, for all our sins have been forgiven though the blood of the Lamb. God gave his only Son to be killed on the cross, so that we may have a personal relationship with Him on this Earth and in Heaven. Repent of the sins you have committed. Acknowledge the fact that you are a sinner and need the forgiveness of Christ. Do not believe that it is only for the weak or feeble, for we have all come short of the Glory of God. It does not matters not how you lived your life on Earth. But it does matter if you brought Christ into your heart so that you may recieve the most precious, priceless gift of eternal salvation. If you pray this, then the Holy Spirit of Christ of shall dwell within you forever. No mater what you do, you still have the gift of salvation. It truely wouldn’t be a gift if He took it back now would it? When you recieve a gift, it cannot taken away from you. Verily I say that if you have trusted your life to Christ, the Lord and Saviour, then follow Him in all that you do. Study the Holy Bible so that you may know the miraculous things he has promised us and desires from us. There is no greater gift than the gift of eternal salvation. To know that you will one day, in due time, go up into Heaven and meet face to face the person who made it all possible for you to get there. Jesus the Christ. 

Screw Censorship, Praise Censorship

Censorship has been around for quite a while now. From the ESRB rating system to the FCC to the communist dictators, many limit what we are allowed to view with our eyes. For a while now, I have been very one sided with the whole censorship issue in the USA. As any teenager, I wonder as to why this and this must be censored out. I hate it when a word gets bleeped out when we already know what they’re gonna say. There are only two words that ever get bleeped out in a song or TV show and the whole concept of bleeping it out is even more useless when the first syllable is heard. I see how society doesn’t want the younger generation to know all the wrongs of this world so quickly, but if your gonna censor something out, at least do it better. What really gets me with bleeping out words is the format it is bleeped. I have heard bleeps range from a simple *beep*, a sudden loss in audio, a useless *bleep* with a black strip across the mouth, and a variety of farm animal sounds. I’ll continue to rant on about this later on, but I’ll simply leave my view on if banning the following videos was really a good idea.

This commercial was meant as an Xbox commercial, but was banned due to the “hand guns”. First off, does anyone get mortally injured from getting shot by imaginary bullets that are triggered by shouting ‘bang’?  It’s easy to see that people were all doing this on a voluntary level. They weren’t forcefully being brought to the ground like a real bullet would. The one guy at the end realized that he was to fall over when the “gunner” looked at him expectantly. Things like this are not going to influence the youth to go out and buy real guns. That’s just plain nonsence. The most it’ll persuade is the buying of more Xbox 360’s or people shooting each other with imaginary bullets. This would have made a stellar commercial on the TV, but it just had to be censored for arbituary reasons. Stuff like this make me want to say “Screw Censorship”.

Here is a cartoon meant for children that was never aired due to the content. It shows the Devil showing a group of children how the human race deserves nothing but death, and how we are a useless lot of puppets. Watching it causes an eriee effect that would no doubt scare children if they were to watch it. It has a lot of theology Satan himself believes in which makes it something meant only for adult audiences, if that. A cartoon with the devil being showcased as anything but a comical figure is pretty much not appropiate for kids. The way the Devil was portrayed would no doubt frighten a child, with the appereance and especially the voice. If this was aired, I guarantee the church would roit over this contaminating the minds of the youth. An action that any parent, religious or not, would support. I think I speak for the majority of the population when I say that, thankfully, this was never aired on television for the sake of providing entertainment for children. Cases like this make me say “Praise Censorship”. 

It’s Californication (tier 3)

Hollywood. The center of Californication. Where the home of pop culture has taken root. It’s where all the stars go to receive the glory and praise of their adoring public. It is the epicenter of what has rocked this nation to what it has become today. There is no denying that Hollywood is what sells Californication to the whole world. We buy it by seeing their movies, TV shows, live appearances, concerts, magazines, and music. We don’t even need to commercially buy it. The stars are perfectly happy if they are the ones being praised, but that isn’t to say they don’t want some compensation for what they have influenced. Hollywood is what has brought us our childhood heroes to the silver screen. It has given us our O’ so critically acclaimed artists. Ranging from explicit hip/hop MC’s such as 50 cent and T.I. , to the pop scene of Justin Timberlake and Gwen Stefani. From the ever loved rock bands of My Chemical Romance and Green Day to the big country stars of Carrie Underwood and Tim McGraw. Hollywood seems to always have what we’re looking for. Be it the guidelines for acceptance or something to please our desires. Sure there are other centers of media, but none can reach the caliber of influence Hollywood has. It’s where Californication has its roots. It wasn’t necessarily tainted like today, but then again. . .aren’t people the same way? It has grown from an infant; experimenting with what it can do. Now, it is a towering titan has almost full control over the masses with its rotten, bitter “morals”.  Reaching out and corrupting the feeble-minded, easily persuading them to adopt their rules and regulations. When you compare the influence of an actual christian church to Californication, it is like comparing a fire to a light- house. The light of the light house expands for miles of a distance, available for sailors to find repose. But a simple fire on the shore is seen by few at a distance, many times hard to see because of it being concealed by the shrubbery. Only being revealed to those that choose not to expound His illumination so they can keep the harvest for themselves and selfishly reap the crops which should not be kept secret; but available to the meek, the poor, the self-righteous, the neglected, the rich, so that they can stop chasing after manufactured lights, and look hopefully and in awe of The Bright Morning Star. Because neon signs, luminescent bulbs, street lights, and even our own sun, will eventually burn out and be of no longer use. But the Bright Morning Star shall never burn out nor forsake, always knowing He will provide light and warmth. . .something the world can never offer. . .

Reclaiming the Helm

This blog of mine reminds of a small ship. Not a big battleship that recieves thousands of views a day, but a quent wooden vessel that manages its own. I take it in the direction I choose to and go where I want to. I can cover whatever I want on this blog and not have to worry about attacks from the land. People don’t like what I write, then that’s their problem not mine. The only people that can assault my ship are others in the ocean. Those who read what I write can support me or criticize me by commenting. The blows depend on how seriously I myself take them. Other ships can assault me by writing about what I wrote. So basically, I consider myself a small ship that has attracted enough attention to gain a fairly good amount of viewers a day. I have been getting a large spike of views these past few weeks, which has caused me to worry less about writing something new. So in other words, I have just let my ship be carried wherever the wind and tides take it. That’s not a bad thing in my opinion. There is really no point in grasping the helm when the trip is going just fine without you directing it. Just letting things take their course is good. Checking in on the progress is always needed, can’t let it go unattended. The problem that arouses is that you have got to go back to managing the ship again. Views have been diminishing so I must get back to writing on this blog of mine (especially my other one). So I must now reclaim the helm that was being watched by God and get back into the swing of things (thanks for the sudden spike of views, only You could have done that Christ). I feel that He wants me to reclaim control over my small ship. I have some destinations I want to take this floating vessel of mine to, so I aim to get there soon. But right now, I haven’t much to write about. So please be patient as I get this small ship back on track.

If he really knew how I feel bout him…

hi some of you know me as roberto’s little sister but my name is yesenia lopez. well its not easy to live up to my brother’s name at school because at our old elementary school i had almost the same teachers as him and he was always a good boy and was quiet. also he get A’s and B’s. on the other hand me not so much i had to try to be like my brother and my teachers would tell me that roberto this and oh i remember your brother and things like that! if i would get in trouble they be like your not like your brother. and im not because when i was little i had a a lot of friends and he didnt but now he does so do i still. Then in art class i hated art class because by bro if you have noticed he is an artist and me well…not so much i hate it! but oh well i can at least write poems and he can but not like me soo haha! then came project times at school and my bro always turns in his projects late not me but i dont really make an effort in it. if my teacher tells me how to do it i do it that way but my brother he gets creative with it! me nd my brother have different likes about eachother like hes always late for things and im not, he never wakes up in the morning and i do, he doesnt have a bad temper like me, i love to laugh more than him but if someone laughs at ME then thats when i get MAD! my parents are so proud of him because he gets good grades and i dont really also i think the biggest thing would have to be is that he LOVES church! and so do i but not as much as him and my parents do thats what most parents want for their kids that they love to go to church. sometimes i feel like my parents mainly my mom loves my brother more than me or that she just loves him and not me at all because of that. my brother is REALLY connected to my mom and me with my dad and my mom saids “you dont love me as much as you love your dad!” its not that i dont love her its just that i feel more connected to my dad than mom. my friends call me a daddy’s little girl” and i love to be one! its not that i dont love my brother its just that i wish i could be more like him that hes really into learning about GOD and im not really into it as much as him.  my brother means a lot to me but sometimes i feel like he doesnt love me by the way he treats me. me and him have a lot in common also that my friends say that me and him look A LOT alike but i think im better looking than him haha! nah we both are! all i really want to say is that i love my brother and he doesnt know this but when he finds out im writing this hes gonna flip out! sometimes at night i start to cry thinking about if he really does care for me as he did when we were little kids and when i go to my room i just fall on my bed or sometimes go to my closet and listen to music and cry there because i dont know if my brother would understand me at all hes usally doing something for the church. i also wish that i wasnt born that my brother wont be my brother that he would have someone else and not me because how i act with him my mom says that me and him dont even look like brother and sister! what i hate about him is that hes tall and im short! but all i want for my brother is that he someday will find that special girl that desevers him because he has suffered way to much in this life and i just want the best for him. even though i might not like that girl but if she makes him happy then im also happy for him! as my brother had said we love to write and i wrote this poem for him and i hope he likes it also you people who are reading it…

today is a day to share

to love

to believe in things you didnt before

to change for the good and not for the bad

to show how much you care even though you dont show it to

them in their face and presents

hears a little story about someone very special to me

…

Theirs this boy i know and everyone loves him

hes the best son you could have or brother also

hes the best thing that has happened to me in this life

even though i might hate his guts at times i still love him to death

he cares for people and thinks for anyone before himself

he will do anything he can just to see me smile

all of his friends are really nice to me and him

he loves the lord and got baptised also

hes name would be Roberto Emmanuel Lopez Sajche

and i love him forever

even though i dont show it all the time!

love your sister yesenia fabiola lopez sajche

aka nerd,

yessy

lokita

bubble gum.

lopez

fabi

senia

tenia

yess

but your only

teddy bear!

i love you big brother!!