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I can no longer write about what I want to here. What I need to write! Writing about what drives me, about the fucked up aspects of my life's experience or about what is blessed and whole in my life...I need to be able write in honesty. To bare my soul; to wear my heart upon my sleeve. As crappy as it may be. As alienating as it is. I know that I have become the wet blanket. Who wants to come by here? "You're bummin us out, Dad." But as long as I have snoopers that I do not trust, those that have shown their black and judgmental hearts for what they are, I am now self censored. And it sucks. And it hurts. But that is the price you pay for writing on a blog. So maybe I will continue to write - until I burst - or until I find peace - or until I fuck you up! I'm pissed and resentful. You won't like me when I'm angry. What? You think that line was original to Stan Lee and Bruce Banner? Guess again...

Eli walked with a limp. He walked to school most every day. Even though it caused him pain in his hips it was better than riding the school bus. Eli passed the old Hassel Farm each day, and every day, the top of their Gothic looking chimney gave him shivers up and down his spine. It was difficult knowing that he was not like other boys. It was even more difficult knowing that there was nothing he could do to change it. And oh, how he tried! He could not, not limp. He could not help but feel fearful of many so things quite benign. He couldn't make himself popular or become one of the group. He often found himself standing alone. He treated others well. He extended his friendship whenever he could. He wasn't loud or obnoxious. Even his name made him different. He was not a "Rick," or a "Bob" or a "Steve." His name was "Eli." He knew that he could not compete with those around him. So he didn't. One school morning, Eli was asked to stan...

Its simple and true Thanksgiving to you. Not bout Turkey, nor cran, and pie. Its about being thankful for things low and for things high. We take so for granted the many lil things while looking for diamonds or looking for rings. No its a smile, the laughter, good beer, and happiness for me when you by stop here.... HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Eli walked with a limp. He walked to school most every day. Even though it caused him pain in his hips it was better than riding the school bus. Eli passed the old Hassel Farm each day, and every day, the top of their Gothic looking chimney gave him shivers up and down his spine. It was difficult knowing that he was not like other boys. It was even more difficult knowing that there was nothing he could do to change it. And oh, how he tried! He could not, not limp. He could not help but feel fearful of many so things quite benign. He couldn't make himself popular or become one of the group. He often found himself standing alone. He treated others well. He extended his friendship whenever he could. He wasn't loud or obnoxious. Even his name made him different. He was not a "Rick," or a "Bob" or a "Steve." His name was "Eli." He knew that he could not compete with those around him. So he didn't. One school morning, Eli was asked to sta...

Lust involves obsessive or excessive thoughts or desires of a sexual nature. Gluttony is the over-indulgence of anything to the point of waste. Greed is a sin of excess applied to the acquisition of wealth in particular. Sloth represents the failure to utilize one's talents and gifts. Wrath is an inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. Envy is an insatiable desire for something that someone else has. Pride is the self-loving desire to be more important or attractive than others. I once owned a 1989 Saab EMS. She was fun to drive and she was one of the last cars that still possessed that great old Saab look that they so lack today. She had a moon roof but very little else in the way of extra options. The day finally came when I could not repair the rusted supports and fix all the various safety issues. The car had heart. When the tow truck from the Kidney Foundation came to take her away, she had 300,000+ on the odometer. That motor would not quit! I a...

A nd Mohamed wasn't a Muslim, and Buddha wasn't a Buddhist......and, and, and, and........................ When you begin to study the Bible, especially the New Testament and the Gospels, you begin to slowly realize that there are many myths that have evolved into the Christian story. For a new Christian this can be rather unsettling. You are taught quite early in your relationship with the church that, "as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work." 2 Timothy 3:14-17 Whether or not this Bible passage or any other says it is so, it is taught that the Bible is the infallible word ...

Many of you have heard me tell the story of my time within the Christian mainstream in the seventies. Yes, I was a Jesus freak. It was common for us to hit the streets and "Preach Jesus." I enjoyed this part of the "outreach ministry" and I sincerely wanted people that were facing periods of intense insecurity to pray; To ask Jesus to enter their lives and offer them guidance and salvation. I did not ask them to join my church, to come meet with my group or to take my advice as to where they might begin to look for spiritual guidance. I made the mistake in believing that God was big enough, that Jesus was capable of, helping and guiding someone who had enough faith and hope to just ask for it. I guess this approach was frowned upon. I was told by my church elders that the reason I was out there preaching was to direct them to my church, my group. I wasn't supposed to understand or to ask questions. I was in God's Army! As is true with any soldier that is e...