tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26678027043609662912024-03-12T16:58:16.586-07:00Missionary Motivational Moments (on a blog)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667802704360966291.post-11251211069434827532015-01-29T21:27:00.002-08:002015-01-29T21:28:00.990-08:00I wonder<div style="text-align: center;">
When our world</div>
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Comes to it's end</div>
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I wonder</div>
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Where will we be?</div>
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What will happen</div>
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To our home</div>
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Will we still have</div>
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Family?</div>
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Will we be sitting</div>
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Waiting for life</div>
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To satisfy us</div>
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Temporarily? </div>
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Will we be indulging</div>
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At the worlds feast</div>
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To feed us</div>
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Physically?</div>
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Will we be lost</div>
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In the storm</div>
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Raging inside </div>
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Emotionally?</div>
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Will we be sound</div>
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Or wrapped in white</div>
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Because we're lost</div>
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Mentally?</div>
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Will we have quit</div>
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And forgot hope</div>
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Abandoned our faith</div>
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Spiritually?</div>
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When our world</div>
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I wonder</div>
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What will we be?</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667802704360966291.post-70936928822552447462014-10-24T11:23:00.002-07:002014-10-24T11:23:24.783-07:00The Gym<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I went to the gym yesterday</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It wont kill me to skip a day</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wont instantly gain weight</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So just let me go and play</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Working out can wait</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I lifted a few weeks ago</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My waist line hasn't begun to grow</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So what if I skip another day</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Tomorrow, I'll surly go</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Today, I am going to play</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Its been a month or so</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My Toneness has started to go</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So Im deciding to save my fit body</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Im skipping the gym no mo'</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Tomorrow Ill lift devoutly</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">A few pants sizes higher</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I am now an XL buyer</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">To the gym I no longer go</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But, don't call me a liar</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I can go work out tomorrow</span></div>
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Before my mission, I went to the gym almost every day of the week. If anyone looked at me then or now, no one would be able to tell but that's okay. I went with one of my best friends named Benji. I hated that stinkin' kid! We were at the gym at 6:30 and usually only were there for an hour. But, there would be mornings where I would call Benji and say, "Bro, I'm tired...I worked late last night. And I think I might be getting sick..." Hoping he would stay home and then I could get some extra shut eye. Then, the brat would say, "Thats okay! I hope you are getting well. I wanted to lift with you today but I'm already at the gym so I can just do it alone." And like that he guilt tripped me and I was at the gym 5 minutes later. Or he would say, "Come on, man! You're starting to really progress in (whatever the area we were working out) you can sleep in tomorrow!" He wouldn't let me sleep in the next day. And then when I was at the gym he was my spotter. He would count how ever many lifts I had to do and then I was probably going to go into heart failure cause he would count like this. 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5...acting like nothing had even changed. And then when I would be yelling at him to take it, he would make me do one more. And then one more. Until I dropped the weight and he caught it. Benji was also my personal dietitian which was even worse then my coach at the gym. He would ask me what I ate the day before and how many sodas I had etc. I would call him at times and ask, "Is this healthy?" Usually he would laugh and say, "Just cause it's in a salad doesn't mean it's good for you." I was driving to Idaho, it was a 6 hour drive and I was T.I.R.E.D so I called him and asked if I could get an energy drink. Cause I was probably going to die if I didn't...I thought my justification would work. Welp, it didn't. I came out of a store with fruits cause they provide "healthy energy". Psh. </div>
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<br /> Even though I complained, whinned and complained some more, I loved the kid for what he did for me. The amount of excuses and justifications I gave him must have been down right annoying. How weak I am was probably fun for him to watch. And my lack of motivation to eat "healthy" was minimum. And yet, he stuck with me and for reasons I still don't understand, he was cheery about it! When I would drag my feet into the gym, he was perky and ready to get going! He was totally fine with carrying around my dead weight and getting me to do things that I never thought I could. I never thought I would have a gym pass. I never thought I could lift the amount of weight I did. I never thought I would order a salad over a burger and not ask for bacon bits. And then I came on a mission and lost everything I worked so hard for...I can repent about that when I get home though. </div>
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<span style="text-align: center;"> The thing is, he could have forced me to do a lot of things. He is a lot stronger than me and a lot more capable of hurting me then I could ever dream to do to him. Just like Jesus Christ. He had the ability to call leagues of angels to clean up that temple. He could have just winked at the pharisees and they could have been struck dead. But, He didn't. He allowed the people do what they did. Benji allowed me to skip the gym if I wanted to. He could have dragged me out of my house if he wanted to though. He asked me and invited me to follow him. Just like Christ did for everyone who came to Him. Even to His apostles He asked them to come, didn't demand, didn't force, just asked, "Follow me, and I'll make you fishers of men." (Matt 4:19) It's our choice to eat healthy or not. It's our choice to go to the gym or not. It's our choice to follow Christ or not. He won't force you to do anything, He will just ask. </span></div>
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667802704360966291.post-4764265370512367812014-10-08T13:07:00.002-07:002014-10-08T13:09:05.875-07:00Peter<div style="text-align: center;">
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I wont fail or fall</div>
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I will fish this sea</div>
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I'll do this till I die</div>
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Along with sons of Zebedee</div>
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We will feed our family</div>
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Then He said, "Follow me."</div>
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I follow the master now</div>
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Often times confusingly</div>
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I speak up and say</div>
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"I will defend thee,</div>
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and slay the enemy."</div>
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He says, "Satan, get behind me."</div>
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We are the ocean</div>
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When He says, "Come to me."</div>
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I jump the bow full of faith</div>
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And take a step or three</div>
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Then I doubt, and suddenly</div>
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I scream and He's holding me.</div>
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"You'll deny me thrice."</div>
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The master said to me</div>
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For once, I hope he's wrong</div>
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But me they see</div>
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And ask questioningly</div>
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And I deny all three</div>
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The master is gone</div>
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John took Marry</div>
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And it's time to go back</div>
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So on the sea</div>
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With the sons of Zebedee</div>
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He calls and says, "I told you to follow me."</div>
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There is this TV show called, "Adventure time." And I thought it was straight up silly and that I would never watch it. Then my little brother came to me one day and presented me with a question. "Wanna watch adventure time with me?!" And I responded with something probably close to me saying I am far to sophisticated for such childish programs and I needed to go read my college textbooks. Well, me being as wonderful of a older brother as I am, I consented to the belittling of my superior intellect and watched the first episode along side my little brother. After the episode he said, "Wha cha ya think?" And I told him I had puppies to save and the cure cancer to develop. But, humbling myself to my younger sibling, I gave in again to watch yet another episode. When it ended, I told him to play one more episode. For further studying of course. And then we watched another, and another and another until I had finished the whole first season and was searching to find the next one. Now, I am excited to go home when I do and catch up on what I left off.<br />
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Another thing I thought I would never like is country music. I grew up despising country music with a fiery passion. And then, one day on the radio we heard Taylor Swifts hit single, "Love Story". My friends all sang along while I covered my ears and sang some oldie song. I felt so left out and felt like I was missing out on the "in" thing. So, I lowered my hands and started to listen. That is when I heard the sweetest sound I ever heard, Taylor Swifts voice. She really did open up a whole new world for me and country music. Still growing to like it, but, something I said I would never like, I now have an entire playlist dedicated to. One can tell they are going to have a good day when you wake up to T-Swift. True story.<br />
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Lastly, I never thought I would finish my LDS mission. The amount of people who asked me, "Are you going on your mission?" And the amount of times I would come up with some lame blanket answer to basically tell them to beat it. I didn't want to go just to prove people I can do what I want. I didn't want to go cause I knew how hard it was going to be. I didn't want to go cause I knew people will hate me for it. I didn't want to go cause I will get hot and sweaty every day. I didn't want to go for the amount of work I had to put into it. I didn't want to go for a list of reasons.<br />
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Now, this is me reading into the scriptures and taking poetic leeway, but, why would Peter go back to fishing? Why would he deny Christ after serving with him for so long? From my personal view, because it was easier. He already knew how to fish, he had done it all his life until his apostolic calling. I had done my way of life all my life before my mission, why go out of my way to do something hard when it's easy and good where I am? He denied Christ cause they were about to kill Him. Would you have the courage to say that the man they are currently beating and whipping, "I am with Him." Not only would it be easier to say, "Don't know him" it would be a lot safer. He would have less people hating him as would I. I wouldn't have people walking up to me or waiting for me to walk up to them to tell me I am going to hell. It is a lot easier to just fish, for me to stay at home and for us both to just go about our life.<br />
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I didn't have Christ come up to me on a sea shore and call me to follow him, but, I did have this thought. "Why would I, your Lord, take upon your sins? Why would I die for you? Why would I be hated of men for you? Why would I do what I did for anyone? Because I love you and I love them. And you cant go out there and serve them? Just cause it's hard and uncomfortable?" Why did He? Why did Peter go back? Why am I on my mission? Because of love. Christ loved me enough to do what He did for me. Peter loved his fellow man and Christ enough to do what he did. And I love God enough and people enough, even if they hate me, to be out here and to do what I do. John 15:17 "Love one another." That doesn't mean, love when it's convenient or easy. Only love when love will be returned. It says love one another, to love our neighbor. To turn the other cheek and to give to those who have none. He gave His life for me, I can give up two years for Him and for others.<br />
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This is a problem I have seen a lot of. The thought of, the more I have, the better I will feel. How many times I walk in somewhere and see this delicious looking food. So I load up my plate cause for one, I dont want to get up twice. And second, I know that I will be able to eat more then I have put on my plate. And thus where the saying comes in, eyes are bigger then your stomach. Or, there was this time where I needed to get a hoodie. Well, I didn't need it, but, I knew if I got it my life would be complete and I would probably get more dates and girl friends because I looked so good. Well, at the store there was only one hoodie. It was a double XL. If any one knows me, I am very much a M t shirt sized guy. But, I needed it. So I bought it, and then I only wore it inside my house. Never took it outside cause I looked just down right stupid. But, I knew if I got it, I would feel better. Right?</div>
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My goodness, the ammount of parallels to this subject and my clothes is crazy. I have size 9 feet, and I got a pair of size 11 shoes just cause I knew I would look so cool in them. I got this V neck that, well, I don't need to describe it. It just looked bad. But, at the time I thought it is what I wanted and needed. And they would bring me happiness. All those shoes did was bring me blisters. And a lot of funny looks. </div>
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One time, me and my friends went to a gymnastic gym. And, I'm not very good at doing back flips and my friends are. They were practicing doing standing back flips, and doing flips off the wall. I could see how much happiness that was bringing them that I knew I had to be able to do that so I could be cool like that. Well, long story short. It didn't work out so well and all I ended up getting was being laughed at by my friends and breaking some of my ribs. Not worth the flips. Not worth it at all, but, I'm not the only one who gives up something like breathing or laughing comfortably for something we think will be better. Like Judas Iscariot. </div>
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He was an apostle of Jesus Christ. He was personally with a man who thousands of people would wait to see. He personally witnessed for Jesus Christ. He went out there and shared the good word of Jesus of Nazareth. The man who can heal the sick, raise the dead and cause the blind to see. And, forgive me for over reading into the scriptures. I am taking poetic license to prove my point. After all these wonderful things and more, Judas, was not happy. He was set that the things of the world could bring him happiness and comfort. He thought that a little more cash would enable him to reach the next level. Maybe get the latest pair of Jordan shoes. Or get an Xbox One. Or whatever the fad was back then. So, he thought that the extra cash dough would calm the storm inside of him and allow him to finally be happy. </div>
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The only person who can calm the storm inside of you is Christ. In Mark 4, Christ rebukes the waves and commands the wind to cease. In Matt 17:20 Christ tells you that if you have faith of a mustard seed, you can walk up to a mountain and say, "Hey, I need you to move." And it will peace on out. Those waves and that wind didn't have to decide what to do. That mountain doesn't weigh the pros and cons of moving before it decides to go or not. They are commanded and they do. But, you, now you are a different story. We as humans have agency. We have the ability to say, "Yes" or "Bite me". So we can listen to Christ and be at peace. Or, we can let the storm rage on. And a lot of times on the path that follows Christ, we have to move our mountains for Him. He is going to ask us to do things that will not be easy. He is going to ask us to give up everything that we have for Him. He's going to ask us to give up our will to follow Him. Because He did the same thing when God had a task for him to do. (Luke 22:42) Instead of the original thought of, "The more I have, the better I will feel." God says, "The less you have and the more you give up, the happier you will be." It's going to be your choice weather you will or wont. He's not forcing you, all He does, is ask you to follow Him. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Christ Jesus laughs</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He took his first watery step</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peter slipped</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then he tripped</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It's not my fault he left land."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She grabs his coat</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her hand was smoat</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISS0oqkzrXiki7RIx568jJLZCDnwKEaBP_trGjkn01zXCfit3-vRWQQwqmODI1ll5s2XdtCiF53ts7cMWwqoZZs90CDiqSnYP7JiQZg0Rriy_KNtCLgm0A9fPzQqOs5JfQIbb9EyUwxA/s1600/1496404_10202831412496206_1739762303_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISS0oqkzrXiki7RIx568jJLZCDnwKEaBP_trGjkn01zXCfit3-vRWQQwqmODI1ll5s2XdtCiF53ts7cMWwqoZZs90CDiqSnYP7JiQZg0Rriy_KNtCLgm0A9fPzQqOs5JfQIbb9EyUwxA/s1600/1496404_10202831412496206_1739762303_o.jpg" height="400" width="226" /></a>I don't know if people here in Florida will be able to understand the story I am about to share cause it will involve snow, so I will make a FTV (Florida Translated Version) after the story to help my brothers and sisters out here. I really like to snowboard, I would go every week and then sometimes take a sick day from school and go to the slops to shred some gnar. One problem of snowboarding, your feet are strapped in and so you have to keep your momentum going when you are going over flat parts. Otherwise, you will have to un strap one foot and push yourself to the next hill. And during my pre pro life of snowboarding, I would often times find myself stuck. And I would have to unstrap one foot and proceed to look like a fool and push myself till I reached the lift or a hill. Occasionally, someone would hear my silent prayer and pull me along. And by someone, I mean a skier, even though they are basically the scum of the mountain thinking they are all that, they can sometimes be nice gents. They ski past us struggling boarders all the time, this isn't a unusual occurrence on the mountain.<br />
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(FTV) So now, I will compare the snow like unto a truck stuck in the mud. You can't get out of the mud often times until someone comes and pulls you out of the mud. Understand?<br />
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Well, them skiers be like, "Stinks to be him, should have learned to ski." And they ski past, some laugh and troll us boarders as we waddle on by. Some other skiers be like, "I gotta get to the lift before the line gets big!" And they ski past. Other skiers be like, "I'm better than that boarder anyways." And they ski past.<br />
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(FTV) Some truckers just don't want to pull you out of the mud. Get it?<br />
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But, one day while I was on the slopes I saw a little girl who was new to the skiing world. She was trying to go up a hill to reach her parent. This girl who was being brought up in a world that was so full of pure evil was struggling just like I had so many times. And so I un strapped and pulled the girl up the hill. Her mom was very nice and thanked me a lot. And then I snowboarded away like a gentleman and a scholar, not wanting to receive praise like most skiers do.<br />
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(FTV) Even though you're a UF fan, stuck in the mud. A fan of FSU pulls you out of the mud and they go their way.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCidYyRdPYjrMjlgK5utaKi71bQGNGB6ouoqi_qHxD-2in5SZUwINZcx6W-qdToqcBxNyHCmiFTj4nAq_XTCV3uxgq9LmDH4nmRzhFN1EBQP2vJwq0VCptgU3Le_cVEFRTADDA0AU0Uo/s1600/1623561_10151963987536849_1178274440_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCidYyRdPYjrMjlgK5utaKi71bQGNGB6ouoqi_qHxD-2in5SZUwINZcx6W-qdToqcBxNyHCmiFTj4nAq_XTCV3uxgq9LmDH4nmRzhFN1EBQP2vJwq0VCptgU3Le_cVEFRTADDA0AU0Uo/s1600/1623561_10151963987536849_1178274440_n.jpg" height="400" width="226" /></a>When we are stuck, we look for someone to bail us out and to give us a hand up. But, when we see someone who is stuck, we often times just keep on walking by. Some even take the time to make fun of you for your situation. Usually a skier or a UF fan. What if Christ was like us? What if He had the attitude like we did towards someone who is struggling? If you would want Jesus to pull over and help you out, why wouldn't you help someone else out?<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is to get by </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, her life was lonely</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Being left on the street </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">No family or home </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">No shoes on her feet </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">So stop complaining </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And crying abused wolf </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, he felt so blue </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">He couldn't see the light </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">All he would dream about </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Was ending his life </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Self image and confidence </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">You never chose </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">An everlasting consequence </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, he was betrayed </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was unfairly tried </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">He didn't complain </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">As he took on your sin </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">He said he loves you </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">As nails were driven in </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back in the day of elementary, girls had cooties. So me and my friends were complaining about how annoying girls were and how bad we had it being chased in kissing tag. "Yeah, I had these two girls pin me down by the slide!" "Oh, yeah? Well, I had five girls chasing me!" Then there was always the kid who took it over the top and beyond. "The teacher chased after me! Ewwww!" Probably to put him in timeout but fort the sake of one upping, the exact details are not needed.</span><br />
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Another thing we would do as kids was play knights and dragons, cowboys and Indians or cops and robbers. It was all fun and games till an argument started. "I shot you with my dragon fire breath. You're dead." "No I'm not! A wizard put a spell on my armor so fire dragon breath doesn't hurt me! And then I chopped you with my sword so you're dead." "No! My dragon scales are so strong that swords don't cut me!" And our play time ended up with us getting in a fight over who was dead, hating each other and then five minutes later playing again. #littlekidprobs</span><br />
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Being a short guy, I complain about myself all the time to all those tall guys out there. Shoot, in the women's standard work of what to look for in a man, one of the first things in there is, "tall, dark and handsome." Shoot dang it, I strike out with the first one. Life isn't always fair. And see from my perspective, I've got it bad. And when I'm surrounded by tall guys and women looking for tall guys, I can complain all the day Long. But when a shorter guy walks in the room, I have to complain about something else otherwise, all those sympathy points I have been laboring to receive will be thrust upon the midget that enters the room and then what do I have? Maybe I can complain about not having enough facial hair? Cause something we people seem to do, is play the pity party to get attention. And then it becomes a competition on who has it the worst in life.
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Like we did as little kids, we still do it now. We compare, complain and compete with just about everything under the sky. Even when it's something silly like girls, cops and robbers or short people problems we still compete one with another. So why do we do it with life's challenges and hard ships? Telling someone how bad you have it and going into details to get sympathy points doesn't do any good. It doesn't solve any problems or make anyone's life easier. Giving excuses and tweaking the reality to make it sound harder than it really was doesn't change the fact that we all have problems. I stubbed my toe once. Someone got their toe cut off. Someone never even had a foot to start with! Have we gotten anywhere? Have we fixed anything? Has anything changed? </span><br />
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Christ wasn't up on the cross crying to the other two thieves saying, "Well, my cross is higher than yours and I've been up here longer than you." He took the sins of the world upon himself, did He walk over to Peter and say, "These are the things you struggle with? LOL. These 'challenges' you have are a walk in the park compared to most. Let's see you do what I have to do." He did all that He did because He loves us. Because He wants to help us through this life. So stop trying to make your life sound harder than it really is. And if it's really that hard, whining about it won't change it. Let's say Christ never rose from the dead. Everything He did was moving and touching. But it doesn't inspire me to do much because life beat Him down and He never got back up. But, He did rise and that's the part that motivates me. Not the nails in His hands but His resurrection. It shows that when life gets me down, when I fall like Christ did, I too can rise. </span><br />
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Instead of telling those in the dust you've had it worse, just help them up and tell them that they can do it - cause you have too. It motivates them to rise up and even though they will fall again, it will be worth it. It doesn't make them feel stupid for falling down a hill cause you fell down a cliff. We have all felt sad. Whether you have mental depression or not. We have all felt mad. Whether you have an anger problem or not. We have all been tempted. Whether you're an alcoholic or not. We have all felt alone. Whether you're a homosexual or not. We have all felt the trials of life, so has Christ. He has felt it all and did He tell you in your darkest hour, "I've had worse."? Did He reach out his hand and wince and say, "Ow! Sorry, these scars from nails in my hand are still tender..." He has fallen and we have fallen. He is risen and we too can rise.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There are some who are better then you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In every way shape and form </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And others will hold you to their height </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And judge you with their eyes of scorn </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There are those who are prettier than you </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Tall, slender and fair </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Whose body is curvy and smooth </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And yours will just never compare </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There are many who are smarter than you </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Who know the worlds twists and turns </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Who can answer every question </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Fingers for math is how you count and learns </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There are people you will never beat </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In what ever field they choose </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But in Gods eyes you will always win </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">With Him, you will never lose </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So stop comparing to those who are there </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In front of the television screen </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And look at the one who's in the mirror </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And realize who loves your entire being </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There are plenty who are better then you </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But compared to God they are dust </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So forget about them, and focus on Him </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Cause he loves and died for all of us </span></div>
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Once upon a time, now you will have to take my word for this, I used to go to the gym. I used to is the key. I used to be able to get a date with a girl, but, things change. (Thats not me complaining that I can't date on my mission, that was me making a sarcastic sly that I can't get a date with a girl because of my body mass.) And at first I hated going because there are some guys who are thicker than trees. Shoot, I kid you not, there was a 70 year old man there, who was my height, and he was benching more than I'll ever be able to do, legally. And then my partner in crime that would go with me, he has been working out sense nam. And I struggled with comparing myself to e'eryone and their dog in that little gym. I felt like everyone was watching me fail putting up twenty pounds of raw weight. I would often complain to my friend and whine about me not being as strong as the guy whose biceps were as big as my head. And my friend would say something around the lines of "Stop comparing. He's physically bigger than you and you'll probably never be able to lift what he can. Not cause you're not trying, just cause your body is just smaller than his." Then he would always throw in a compliment, "I bet he cant run as fast as you though." How often do we not want to sing out loud, cause we can't sing as good as a professional or the guy swooning all the ladies. How often do we not want to play basketball with our friends cause we can't make a free throw as good as the kid who has been playing since he was in diapers? How often do we not want to perform because we're not the best?</div>
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How'd it work for the guy who had one talent compared to the guy who had two or five? He completely missed his opportunity to perform his best. He missed the chance to grow and learn. To gain more than he already had.All cause he wasn't as good as the next guy. If you look around in the world, there are a lot of people. And often times, your best talent, there is someone out there who can do it better than you. Blindfolded. Does God look down on you because you bench less than the guy next to you? Does God look down on you because you're not as pretty as the super model? Is God going to turn you away from entering into his presence because you aren't the tallest best missionary ever? If the answer is yes, then, I'm out of luck. IF the answer is no, then why do we do this to ourselves?<br />
Look in the mirror. You are you. No one else is you. There is only one you. You are the best at being you. There isn't someone out there who is a better you than you are. God doesn't love you less because He wants you to be not you, He loves you for you. If there are people out there who don't accept you for you, thrown them away. We all have our flaws. Our cracks and bumps. We are not perfect. But, I'm the best me out there so I think I'm doing pretty good. I think God would say that too. Don't base your opinion about yourself on what others see in you. They don't know your desires, dreams and thoughts. Sure, they can see your actions, doesn't mean they know you. If I was only me for the way I acted, shoot, I think I would have been burned at the stake by now. Here's an analogy to stump all others. </div>
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Once upon a time, you were walking to walmart and you tripped. Does that mean you are not still walking to walmart? We have all tripped on our way to walmart, and has God struck us down for slipping? We all trip so stop comparing yourself to those who are currently walking and not picking themselves back up. Stop looking at people's facebook pages and wishing you had their life. People make fake profiles all the time. The best way to look like you are having success in life is your facebook. You can pick and choose all the good moments, and not mention the bad ones.All of us have tripped on our way to walmart. Even those who look perfect have tripped too. God doesn't care how many times we slip and fall, He cares that we keep walking and try our best to show up to His door. Have faith not only in Christ's atonement to wipe away all your mistakes and trips. Have faith in yourself to do these things. Have faith that you can do this life. Have faith that you are someone of worth. Have faith that you are the best you out there, no one is a better you than you.</div>
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I kept going to the gym and I got stronger. Of course the other guys there got stronger too, but, does that make my personal progress less? I am what I am is what some great man said, and so are you. I have kept walking to walmart even though I have tripped so many times. God loves me for me. And He loves you for you. </div>
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Scriptures: Exodus 3:14, Matt 25:15-29</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I will never forgive them</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will never forget</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The things they have done</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope they die in regret</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They've hurt me too many times</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I simply can't move on</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They should be cast out</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And join thy son of the dawn.</span><br />
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My son died for them and you<br />
He bled from every poor<br />
So what's it to you<br />
If I forgive them once more?<br />
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Child, why keep holding on<br />
And remember your pain?<br />
It just drags you down<br />
What is there for you to gain?<br />
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On your knees you cry and plead<br />
For you sin all the time<br />
But, I still love you<br />
You're still a child of mine<br />
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So please, forgive and let go<br />
It is time to forget<br />
The things they have done<br />
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</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">We all have those people in our lives that we think this way about. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Or, maybe I'm just a terrible person who hates anyone who does me </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">wrong? Stay on my good side or I might write a Poem about you. Wow...I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">sound like Taylor swift. Moving on. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I used to play soccer when I was a younger lad. As y'all know, I'm not </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">the biggest of the big but, I could handle my own on the field.</span></span><br />
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But, even though I could </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">physically take them on it still didn't change the fact that there </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">were players just as capable of doing damage to me as I was to them. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">And often times if I would get hit, taken out or schooled on the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">field. It wasn't anything personal, it was just soccer. After moments </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">of humiliation I would make a personal vendetta towards them. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Sometimes I could care less if I won or loss the match, all I cared </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">was to see them on the ground. Crying was always a bonus. What did </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">that do for me? Nothing. I would lose my head and focus more on </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">hitting the player instead of the ball. Which meant I was more </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">careless, I wasn't playing as smart and I had a different goal in mind </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">instead of winning. But, until I saw them burn, I didn't care what </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">happened. If I didn't get them that game, I would remember their </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">number and wait till the next time I played them. Instead of playing </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">soccer, I was playing man hunt. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">All of this because someone hurt me and I couldn't forgive. Shoot, I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">almost broke a kids ankle I got so fired up over this. Another time, I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">laid a kid out and he didn't get up. The whistle blew then I ran back </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to the kid and helped him off the field just to rub it in. The parents </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">for the opposing team were cheering for my sportsmanship. (They didn't </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">know I was the one who hurt the kid) If people cheered me on for that, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I would gladly help walk their entire team off the field. And all </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">cause I couldn't forgive. "Well, that's soccer it's different." Tell </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">me how. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Someone hurt me, and I didn't forgive them. That applies to a break </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">up. That applies to a bully giving some kid a wedgie. That applies to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">an abusive parent. It applies to the roman soldiers to nailed Christ </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to the cross. Whether or not we asked to be hurt or brought it upon </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">our selves, it is our choice to be upset. It's also our choice to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">forgive. Most of the times when I was hit on the field, it wasn't </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">cause they hated me and were wanting to spill my blood, they were just </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">playing the same sport I was. But I was the one who got offended. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">There is this guy named Amalickiah who is on one team and there is </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">this guy named Moroni and he is on the other team.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> Long story short, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Moroni's team wins. And Amalickiah is just like me and he gets T.Oed. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">And swears vengeance and wants nothing else to see Moroni burn. This </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">eventually leads to Amalickiah dying by the hands of another player </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">named Teancum. Teancum eventually dies by another team cause he gets </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">just as upset as Amalickiah did and wanted revenge just like me and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Amalickiah. (This sounds like this could be a soap opera) Why are they </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">fighting? Why are there so many people dying? Well, let's see. If we </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">go to the very start it's cause two brothers won't forgive their </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">little brother. The little brother didn't go out of his way to offend </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">his older brothers. Just like the opposing players on the soccer </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">field, they didn't go out of their way to hurt me. But the two older </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">brothers, and me, got so upset that they wouldn't forgive, they </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">wouldn't forget and they wouldn't move on. And because of this, a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">nation is eventually wiped out because people wouldn't learn to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">forgive. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">You will get hurt again and again. Whether you ask for it or not. It's </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">life. Just like soccer, I knew what I was playing, I knew I could get </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">hurt, but I wanted to play. We came to this life knowing we would get </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">thrown down, cut and hurt all the time. But we chose to come. Does </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">holding a grudge do anything but make your life and their life more </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">miserable? A man who was much greater than you and I was killed for </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">unjust causes. And want to know what some of his last words were? It </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">was him asking God to forgive those who hurt him. In the long run, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">it's the merciful who obtain mercy. Do we want our words to be </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">damning? Or do we want our words to be forgiving? It's your choice, so </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">chose.</span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667802704360966291.post-29025711836737551212014-04-24T13:58:00.001-07:002014-04-24T14:00:32.950-07:00I am Not<br />
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We all try to live and be like him</div>
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What if he was you</div>
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Could you heal or free them from sin</div>
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What could your priesthood do?</div>
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"Please, If thou wilt, thou canst make me clean."</div>
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A leper man cries<br />
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But you were at the party scene</div>
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You walk and say goodbye</div>
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A man thought he could walk on the ocean</div>
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Peter starts to sink</div>
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He yells for your saving motion</div>
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Can you put down your drink?</div>
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She suffers much and she bleeds a lot</div>
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Its how she was born</div>
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Your words of peace come to a stop</div>
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As you dream of your porn</div>
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They look up to you as pure and white</div>
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Clean without a spot</div>
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Could you bear the thought and or sight</div>
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To tell them you are not</div>
</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> We've all had moments where we have been called upon and we aren't </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">exactly prepared or ready for that calling. I'm not talking about just </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">spiritual stuff. Think about moments in school where you were called </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to turn in your homework and you either didn't do it or forgot it. My </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">home was really close to my Jr. High so if I would forget something at </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">home, I would just tell my teacher I'd be back right quick and then </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I'd run home. I eventually worked out a deal with some teachers that </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">if I would grab them a coke or pepsi on my way back, they wouldn't</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">tell on me. I wasn't complaining.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> When I was in elementary when they were trying to get us kids to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">enjoy having a planner. We were supposed to have our parents sign it </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">off for us to show that we did it. I didn't do it so much that I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">eventually started forging my parents signatures so I would stop </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">getting docked grade points.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> Are you ready to be called upon? I have these biblical instances in </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">this poem where Christ was called upon by others to preform. What if </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">He couldn't do what the people had faith He could do? What if he was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">more like us as wasn't always ready to be called upon? One night when </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I was actually home. If I remember it right, it was either really late </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">or I was really tired so I was in bed when I got a phone call from my </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">mom. Half out of it I answered the phone and she sounded kind of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">strained. She had fallen and split her head on a dresser and was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">wanting me to take her to the hospital, what if I wasn't sober enough </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to drive? What if I was out partying with a lady and wasn't able to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">answer my phone? I was literally called upon to be able to act. What</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">if I couldn't?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was younger my parents signed me up for a snowboarding class. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I'm not bragging but me and my brother were the better ones of the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">class. Once we road up to the top of the mountain with our class and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">we kind of left the group cause we didn't want to wait for the small </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">ones eating the yellow snow. A small group of kids came with us (we </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">got in trouble for that) and we just left the group. One of the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">younger kids didn't have a pair of goggles and he kept falling over or </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">hitting things cause he was basically riding with his eyes closed. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">asked if he could use my goggles for the rest of the run. What if I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">didn't have any goggles like him? I feel like this is a Boy Scout </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">training...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> Lastly, I had graduated from high school and was visiting my home </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">ward. Right before worship services started a priest aged boy came and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">asked me to help bless the sacrament because they didn't have enough </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">people to do it all. What if I wasn't worthy for that calling? It </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">wasn't like home work where I knew what was coming and I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">procrastinated. The call came from out of no where from a kid I didn't </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">really talk to. Just like when my mom called, I didn't get a heads up </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">that day by her telling me to be ready to take her to the hospital. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">What if the kid snowboarding with me didn't trust me enough to ask me </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">for my goggles? Or what if I didn't have any goggles to give? What if </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Christ wasn't ready, trusted enough or worthy enough to do the things </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">the people asked him to do? Are you ready to be called upon by you </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">friends, family or God?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667802704360966291.post-21372380244558938782014-04-10T14:06:00.000-07:002014-04-10T14:16:18.963-07:00He Was Me<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So instead of fists he used his words</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And He let them know they're fat</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Grabbed his thought he coughed and choked</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Tripped their feet and they smacked their head</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">They cried, "what's wrong with you?"</span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>One kid had his parents split</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The kid walked by and the bully said,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">"My mom still loves my dad."</span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>To hurt others you see</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This kid left his bruises inside</span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>And that kid, he was me.</b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I am not joking, this kid was me. Each one of those stanzas were </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">specific people that I hurt while I was in school. It's not something </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I am proud of. But, let me explain why I am saying all this. I'm not </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">shooting for self pity or anything, life happens and those moments are </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">what they are and they happened.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> So for those of you who actually know me, yes I have rippling muscles </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and in the words of Gaston from the horror film, beauty and the beast, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">"I have biceps to spare." With all these wonderful features that I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">have, height, is not one of them. Nor is bodily girth. Neither do I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">have muscles to spare...I'm just trying to make myself feel better </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">okay! Moving on, my point is, I was never the bully you thought of in </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">school. The big red head kid who would turn kids upside down for their </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">lunch money, give wedgies and shake the ground with every step he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">took. (I probably could have hid in most peoples shadows.) So me being </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">that bully was right out. But, I would consider myself quick witted so </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">teasing them and making fun of them, that I can do. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Letting the kid know he was fat, he was my locker neighbor in Jr. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">High. His name was Kyle and he probably could have crushed me like a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">bug. Long story short, he upset me and for the rest of Jr. High I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">would tease him about his body weight. Eventually he put me in a head </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">lock to let me know he was bigger and when he was doing this I chocked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">out, "Please, don't eat me!" Me and my friends would sing this when he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">walked by, "I feel the earth move, under my feet. I feel the sky </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">tumbling down." I think it's from a real song, but, thats all I got.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> The girl with asthma. This was about.....4th grade? Somewhere around </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">there. Her name is Melissa. One day she had an asthma attack and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">literally turned blue. In all honesty, it was scary. I don't remember </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">why I did this, but one day while we were out at recess I decided to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">be funny. She walked passed me and I started chocking and gasping for </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">air. I grabbed my throat and fell to the ground spazzing out and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">pretending I was dying. Yeah, I made her cry and then she moved away </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">sometime later and I never got to say I'm sorry.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> I'll just sum up the other two so I can get to the point of this here </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">bloggage. The person running down the hall. I tripped them, they got </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">rug burn on their arms and face. I got in trouble, but, me having the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">quick mind I did, I lied and got them in trouble too saying they were </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">mean to me so thats why i was mean back. In school, a kid has his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">parents split and he did something to annoy me so I yelled something </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">around the lines of, "At least I have a mom and dad to go home to." </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Yeah....low blow huh? It makes sense cause I'm short :D Not</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Once upon a time, there was a man who was asked to go and do </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">something. When he let people know who he was and what he was to do, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">they mocked him and made fun of him. "Who are you? Your father is a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">poor man! How is someone like you going to be able to do something so </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">great if your father didn't amount up to much either? The apple </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">doesn't fall far from the tree." And commence the LOLing. (The laughed </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">out loud at him.) After a while, this man had amounted up to something </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and had started doing great things. People still made fun of him and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">LOLed at him. "You think you can do what? Why don't you just go home, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">no one likes you, no one cares about you and no one can do the things </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">you say you can. You're not what you claim you are, get out of here." </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">They hunted him down relentlessly, scoffed at him, scourged him, spit </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">upon him and made fun of him. Are y'all starting to realize who this </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">is? In the end, when they had brought him to the point of death, they </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">still made fun of him. "If you are so great, why don't you get </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">yourself out of this mess? If you can heal the sick and raise the</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">dead, if you are prophesied in the scriptures to come and save the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">world, why can't you even save yourself?" (Luke 4:21-22 8:52-53 & </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Matt:35-44)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> This bullying isn't something new, it has been around for a very long time. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I feel safe in saying, I am not the only one who has cut others down. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Think of times where you have torn down someone. Wether it was their </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">physical, emotional, mental or spiritual. Weather it was in their face </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">publicly, online anonymously or with your friends privately. God knows </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">everything you have done, He sees everything you do, and He knows </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">everything you can do. And He loves you. He loves me even though I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">have made his children cry. He loves me even though I sin daily. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">loves me for all my imperfections, don't you think He loves your </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">enemy's just as much as He loves you? For those of you who see the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">good in others and see all the bad in yourself, if He loves them, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">don't you think He loves you too? So for all of us who hurt one </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">another, lets follow the prophetic statement of an Apostle of The Lord </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and, "Stop it." This life is hard enough with out us hurting one </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">another. Lift up those that have fallen, strengthen those with feeble </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">knees and catch those who are about to quit. In the words of a Mormon </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Hymnal, "United we stand. Divided we fall." Wait, that's by Pink </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Floyd...a mission does things to you.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> "There is enough heartache and sorrow in this life without our adding </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">to it through our own stubbornness, bitterness, and resentment. We are </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">not perfect. The people around us are not perfect. People do things </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">that annoy, disappoint, and anger. In this mortal life it will always </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">be that way. Nevertheless, we must let go of our grievances. Part of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">the purpose of mortality is to learn how to let go of such things. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">That is the Lord's way. Remember, heaven is filled with those who have </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">this in common: They are forgiven. And they forgive. Lay your burden </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">at the Savior's feet. Let go of judgment. Allow Christ's Atonement to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">change and heal your heart. Love one another. Forgive one another. The </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">merciful will obtain mercy." (The Merciful Obtain Mercy)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> In closing I wish to quote on last song, "What the world needs now, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">is love, sweet love, it's the only thing that there's just to little </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">of." So be the good you wish to see in the world. A smile is just as </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">infectious as a frown, so spread it around and lets make this world </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and our lives a better place.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Just to make endings happy, I didn't see Missy until college. From elementary to college I didn't see her. Until I was at college roaming through the halls trying to find out who lived on our floor. Knocked on one door with my roommates and the ladies let us in. I recognized one, "Missy?!" and she said my name in shock I hit the ground on my knees, "I AM SO SORRY!" And now we are good friends! (: )</span></span><br />
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An Angel wonders why she is unknown<br />
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He says, "No man wants your broken being."</div>
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An Angel sobs and cries and asks God why<br />
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At the coffins close<br />
Cancer has made her say her last goodbye<br />
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An Angel watches her first sons demise</div>
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Nails in hands</div>
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Hated son of man<br />
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Alma 50:30 "He was angry with [her] and he fell upon her and beat her much." This is the scripture that started this whole train of thought for me. ""If God loves her, why did He allow this to happen?" If God loves these three "angels" why did He allow them to go through so much suffering? If God loves his son, why did He allow His son to be hated and crucified by men? What do you think?<br />
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There can be many reasons to be honest. One reason that I am going to pitch y'alls way is that God knew these ladies could take it. I'll just draw my reasoning from the scripture and the poem. (I'm sorry, I usually try to make this post all kicks and giggles so y'all will have something fun to read to make your day better. And plus us missionaries just writing our testimonies and giving online sermons is kind of boring. So I apologize. If you have problems, take it up with my superiors.) </div>
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So Angel #1. She's a dear friend of mine and she is a single mother. She is about my age and is trying to go to school, go to church and be a mother. I have a hard time just waking up in the morning, I don't know how she does it. But she does. I have some other friends in her situation and one said this, "You know, dating boys is all nice and dandy. They think I'm cute and want to take it somewhere. Then I let them know I have a kid and I usually don't hear from them again." But still they all push on. It's hard enough feeling Gods love but then to not feel it from most people around you, that has to make feeling loved and wanted even harder. </div>
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Angel #2 is another close friend of mine. This one I don't want to dive into much detail, but hopefully you can get what I am hinting at in the poem. Just the heart breaker for me was hearing her say, "What if he's right? What if no one wants me now?"</div>
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Angel #3 is someone I have grown up with sense elementary. And in high school her mother got diagnosed with cancer. And when things were going really down hill we as a group of friends decided to have a group prayer and fast for our friends mom. I even dressed up for the occasion. I wore my older brothers prom vest and bow-tie to school. (I looked so fly.) And for one friend we had over 160 kids show up for the prayer. All for one girls mom that not everyone knew. It is sad, yes, but that was one of thee most powerful prayers I was ever apart of. I'm sure a dozen of other blessings came from this trial, but because of this one mom getting cancer, 160 kids in high school were able to feel the spirit of God in their life. To know that there was a God and that He is watching over us all. Her mother did pass away but not before she brought us all closer to God.</div>
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With the second Angel, I was able to see the healing power of the atonement in someones life. To see someone so hurt by another actions. To have something taken away from her that can never be replaced. To have a memory that will never be erased. (OOooh, rhymed, I should write poems) But that she is still moving forward with a head held high. And then to hear her say she was thankful for what happened because she was able to help another go through similar things. To see that God can work miracles even the in darkest of times.<br />
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Then to have the first Angel still pushing forward. Even though she has plenty of reason to give up. I have seen so many people on my mission give up where she's at. I have met kids who don't even know their parents because raising them wasn't in life's agenda. To see one young mother almost leave her child with her mother just cause she didn't want that extra "baggage" in life. And still this single mother is pushing forward. She struggles just like you and me, but she is still moving forward. Being an example to everyone around her that meets her or knows her. An example to never quit. An example of trusting in good days ahead. An example of enduring to the end.<br />
Finally, the scripture. Long story short, this girl wasn't hanging around with the best crowd. But cause of what happens, she leaves that group and really saves the fall of a nation. (Okay, that is me reading between the lines a bit...really it says if things would have continued in their present course, some bad stuff would have gone down) (My interpretation is better.) (Not saying Gods word aint complete...oh, you get what I mean) Because of what happened to her, something better was able to come out of it. Same with Jesus Christ. He was born basically to be sent to the slaughter house. But, why? John 3:16-17 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Because there was a bigger plan at hand. That is why Mary was able to go through what happened with her son. Cause she knew it was going to be worth it. That is why Christ went through what He did, he knew it was going to be worth it. And for these Angels, they're still moving forward hoping that it will be worth it. Isn't that what faith is? Believing in something unseen? (Ether 12:6) So you keep going. Keep dreaming. Keep hoping. "It all works out in the end. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. The Lord will not forsake us [He will not forsake you.] If we will put our trust in Him, if we will pray to Him, if we will live worthy of His blessings, He will hear our prayers."<span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> - Gordon B. Hinkley</span></span></div>
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Night Light<br />
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I have a night light</div>
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For my older brother said,<br />
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Cause monsters are there</div>
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And they wish to have a treat<br />
In the night they stare<br />
Your body they'd share<br />
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Your brother Stanley</div>
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He was...family<br />
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So I stay in bed<br />
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Monsters wont be fed<br />
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I am probably the next Robert Frost, or who ever that big famous poet guy was 'cause these post are about as good as they come. No really, don't expect much better than this. Yes, I am really good at rhyming stuff like, "Bee" and "Tree" and not every average missionary can do that. </div>
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Why is it when we get older and older we demand more proof? Maybe it's cause people keep pranking us and we actually want to see if we'll lose our shadow or not? It could be a list of things, but knowing isn't faith. "Faith is things which are hoped for and not seen." (Ether 12:6) We try to share the message of the Book of Mormon to a lot of people. "Well, kid. Where are the gold plates? If y'all had them in Salt Lake City maybe I'd believe." How much historical proof is there of the bible? And how many people still believe there is no God? Isn't there proof though that He's real? </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnU1kptqm7uIehz8FBjL6elxE30uyVjGTRdqJ8-5_tm84hj2TfbMm6SqO68Zy5_56nB6Le6UrALcpRWgPV3dsQAmm5vY3jp63qLMgi34mjvwEds9ZQ-XhehPbLzgcr9D3odGP2ak4B1c/s1600/227672_4688132313975_551197597_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnU1kptqm7uIehz8FBjL6elxE30uyVjGTRdqJ8-5_tm84hj2TfbMm6SqO68Zy5_56nB6Le6UrALcpRWgPV3dsQAmm5vY3jp63qLMgi34mjvwEds9ZQ-XhehPbLzgcr9D3odGP2ak4B1c/s1600/227672_4688132313975_551197597_n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a> "I have seen the dead raised. I have seen devils rebuked and removed from people. And I speak in the gift of tongues. Why don't I hear any of this from the Mormon church?" Quoted by a guy who was being very nice and very receptive to the Mormon Missionaries. We don't talk about it because that isn't where your faith should be. Matthew 24 verses 23 and 24 talk about false Christs. "[People] shall shew great signs and wonders, [that even the most faithful] they shall deceive." If I believed in signs and wonders first, shoot I would be following Jared the Subway guy. <i>How did he lose that much weight? Magic.Or maybe he's a prophet called of God? I'm sold. He's a prophet.</i> "Ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith." (Ether 12:6) If your faith is in a miracle, what happens if it gets proven wrong? That instead of Jared being a prophet, he just walked off all his fat. Then where is your faith then? Your faith shouldn't be in signs and wonders, even though that does strengthen ones faith, it should be based on the feelings of the Spirit of God. </div>
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Even Peter the Apostle recognized this. He walked and talked with Jesus Christ, but where did his faith come from? "Blessed art thou, [Peter]: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto the, but my Father which is in heaven." (Matt 16:17) It was by the Spirit of God that he knew Jesus truly was the Christ. So pray about it! Don't ask Jared or Google, ask God. "Become as little children." (Matt:18:3) "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." (Matt 7:7) "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God." (James 1:5)</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667802704360966291.post-54459886258110105382014-02-04T12:28:00.000-08:002014-02-04T12:28:24.859-08:00Star Trek and the Book of Mormon<div style="text-align: center;">
Star Trek and the Book of Mormon</div>
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Captain Kirk says, "Space the final frontier"<br />Those are the very first words that you hear<br /><br />Into Darkness replaced The Wrath of Khan<br />It's good, but plain and simple truths were gone<br /><br />Big explosions and graphics didn't hurt<br />And Uhura looked good in that tight skirt</div>
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These are the focus of modern day man<br />If you're a Trekkie, then you're not a fan</div>
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The new ones are bad, there could have been more<br />Lame space movies is what Star Wars is for</div>
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No Genesis Project, no Spock in space<br />Their could have been more, it's such a disgrace<br /><br />KJV to MWT NIV<br />They change it so it can be read simply</div>
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But truths were lost as with The Wrath of Khan<br />Until the Book of Mormon came along<br /><br />Just like how Spock is Captain Kirk's wingman<br />Just as the Bible with the Book of Mormon<br /><br />Go boldly where you haven't gone before</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_04_BWINxJk6dME-QRQRRq_y8vIkbaWRG_tTg4HFnEpqwhG0FOv1XUJ7CDmzfD1WBBYewUYQ4_Yn2ilAT1On3tOkZkj7aQ5BnZOsyclqAmrDPIFQzjFiQNFJ9gVE4KGBr8yDJ6Cs1k8/s1600/star_trek_into_darkness-HD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_04_BWINxJk6dME-QRQRRq_y8vIkbaWRG_tTg4HFnEpqwhG0FOv1XUJ7CDmzfD1WBBYewUYQ4_Yn2ilAT1On3tOkZkj7aQ5BnZOsyclqAmrDPIFQzjFiQNFJ9gVE4KGBr8yDJ6Cs1k8/s1600/star_trek_into_darkness-HD.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a> This is how it is with the Bible. It is ancient journals that testifies of Jesus Christ. The original scripts were translated, then those were translated, then those were translated and some plain and simple truths were lost in the translations. Look at all the different versions of the Bible we have now! It has the same message of Jesus Christ, but it is missing simple things that help testify of Jesus Christ! This is where the Book of Mormon comes into play. It has been translated by the power of God, once. No other ear has been whispered into like in the child's game of telephone. It's the original message of, "Elder Goodrich is thee best missionary ever." Told once, told completely and told simply.<br /> The Book of Mormon and the Bible go hand in hand like Spock and Kirk. They are playing for the same team. They have the same goals. They are on the same ship saving the universe. They are different people, with unique view points on the same thing. It's like Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. They tell the same story slightly differently cause they are different people and see with different eyes. Isiah testified of Jesus the way he did, and so did Nephi. The Book of Mormon testifies of Jesus Christ just as much as the Bible. Same Jesus, same atonement, same God. Just told by different people."The mouth of two or three witnesses shall every word be established." (2 Cor 13:1) This isn't a foreign practice, it's not a new thought. It is how it's always been. There is God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. There are the 12 apostles. There are all the prophets. Shoot, when God made Adam, "Now wait...something isn't quite right. :T Lets see. Lets put him back under and make another one." (Gen 2:18,22) Just like this poem, Elder Lake helped me make it. We are two different people working for the same goal, as is the Book of Mormon and the Bible. (: <br /> Do you not have a Book of Mormon or are confused at what this wanna be Trekkie nerd just said? Well, here's a place where you can learn more. (: <a href="http://mormon.org/beliefs/book-of-mormon">mormon.org</a><br />Don't like reading? Here's a video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dNYpXZIN_c">A Book of Mormon Story</a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We found the how</div>
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The time is now</div>
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To start this new device</div>
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The work must go forth</div>
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We must suffer on</div>
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Will someone do</div>
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Maybe it's you</div>
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It's a small sacrifice</div>
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So now this one we are all guilty of. I often times do it with food in the microwave. I hear the dinger go off and it's all the way up stairs. "Well, this episode is almost done (clearly on Netflix) I'll get it when this one is done." Then the next day I go to reheat some left overs and boom! There it is. Sometimes I just leave it, re-heat it and enjoy. One less step really. Oh don't be astonished. Y'all do things like this too. :P<br />
I am also very guilty of doing this with missionary work. "Well, I am kind of hungry and I do need to go to the bathroom...so...lets go tracting after." And then, boom, didn't do it. Please don't tell my mission president that. For all he knows, I'm one of the best missionaries there is. And let's keep it that way. This also happens at missionary meetings, where some missionary comes up with a new way to teach people, or a revolutionary way to knock on doors. And, "I'll do it next time."<br />
Turn to Genesis 1:1. Now, don't get lost doing this heavy task. If you need some help, call the missionaries, they can help you. (: (Preferably me, we need people to teach. The other sets of missionaries will be fine. They can knock doors.) "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth." Now, if I was in charge of making the heavens and the earth. "Well...I am busy watching the game on my love sack cloud, and I did just create light (vs 3). So....I can do it tomorrow. I have like 5 more days I can make all the earth! It's nbd." Now, we can see why I'm not God! haha. </div>
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So instead of tomorrow, what can you do today? Can you make light? No, you're not God. Stop thinking that. But what can you do? Missionaries are always begging and pleading with members to help them find someone to teach. Shoot, we don't even need that. Do the members have anyone they don't like and they want us to bug them? Is there any fences we can paint? Elder Sawyer did that one a lot. We are free, quality labor. Why not put us to work? What can you help them do today? What can you personally do? Clean up your room? (Now my mom would have loved me to do that before I left. But, I'm gone now so not my problem.) Shovel the side walks? (Thats for my people out in utah. For the people out here in florida, rake the yard.) What about sharing the word of God? "Well, I see them every day. I can invite them to church tomorrow." </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667802704360966291.post-25421836337132970242014-01-31T12:44:00.000-08:002014-01-31T13:04:42.510-08:00He called me for me Hello, my most beloved brothers and sister. Behold, I, Elder Goodrich have seen the lack of talent in most blogs and have heard the cries of my potential investigators. And it came to pass that I, with my own hand, thus made a blog. And it was so. And it was good.<br />
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Well, hopefully it will be good. After the cease fire on my facebook videos I have been trying my best to come up with something new and of worth and I made some punny photos here and posted some comment there but nothing seemed to be up to snuff. Then one day while I was serving in the ghetto, a little child came up to me, "Yo, can you step?!" and then another one said, "Can you rap?!" Please, this white boy has more moves in his left hand they this 10 year old ever will. So I busted out my moves and left them in awe of my gnarly dancing skills. And then, commenced the rap battle. Hushed up that 7 year old like it was nobody's business!!! (Really, it was something simple and very very very white)<br />
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Yo, may name is elder Goodrich</div>
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Yeah I'm white, that right</div>
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I'm going to serve god with all my might</div>
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To preach about Jesus Christ and his holy sacrifice</div>
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If my mom would let me, I would become a religious rapper. She would disown me as soon as I got off the plane. Sorry, getting way off the subject. Long story short, I rapped and so then I thought, <i>Hey! I should write poems or something and post them on the facebook. </i> And here we are. Now, let us begin.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Thinking I'm here to negotiate</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /><br />To sell a product to them that will buy<br />That's why I'm in a shirt and tie<br />He's here to sell, or preach of hell<br />Or to tell me my church is a lie<br /><br />Till one day a lady answers the door<br />Tears running down her face<br />"My Husbands' moving out, he's leaving for good<br />He's going to his girlfriends place"<br /><br />I know this feeling, I've seen it before<br />It happened to my family<br />I testify, and then start to cry<br />Cause this feeling isn't new to me<br /><br />"Do I know you<br />Have we met before<br />How did God know<br />To send you to my door?"<br /><br />We're called of God<br />Our service is free<br />I'm one of 80,000<br />But this lady, she needed to hear from me</span></div>
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80,000 missionaries, crazy right? And out of that big group there is this very little kid named Elder Goodrich. What difference could I make? Yes, I am from Utah but I was nothing special. I lied in Jr. High seminary and pretended I memorized all the scriptures so I could get a little key chain. (Brought it on my mission to remind me of what I did) And then in high school, I was the class seminary president or what ever the title was. And my first day of reining involved me going on a doughnut run for my subjects. And then me getting in trouble, for my subjects. And then feeding my subjects after getting chewed out. Long story short, I'm nothing special. Why would God want me out here? What could I do to help serve God? There are 79,999 more qualified and better than little Elder Goodrich.<br />
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Then I have experiences like this. We knocked on a door and a lady came out in tears. We showed up on her door as her husband was walking out. He had the truck all packed and was getting the last few items he needed. Calling her a wreck would be understating it. Imagine a 4 year old crying cause she just broke her doll plus a teenager screaming at her mom for saying she cant text a special boy. That kind of a wreck. And my companion, he didn't really have much experience with something like this. Me, on the other hand have had something like this in my life. I'm not going to go into detail, but, I've seen this before. And it was so cool when I was able to testify to her about the Atonement and how it helped me through what she is about to go through. Yes, I was a child of the divorce and it wasn't my spouse leaving, but I could get where she was coming from. </div>
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I have heard people say, "I'm grateful for my challenges." <i>Please, you are straight up crazy! Obviously, my challenges are 56x harder than theirs. </i>I felt this way before I had experiences like this. However, I was able to go through something that was quite hard for me and then help someone else go through a similar situation. Moments like this make me realize, God needs me out here. He has 79,999 other missionaries to do what they need to do. He needs me to be me and do what He needs me to do. There are certain people only I can reach. (Not height wise reach, I need a ladder to get stuff off the top shelf.) There are experiences and challenges that I have gone through that make me who I am and have the testimony that I do. It's like Moses, (see Exodus 3 &4) when God called him, Moses responded something like this. "Hahah, you're a funny guy God. I am not going to do that, you'll need to get someone else. Cause I am not the best one out there. You'll need someone better than me." Or when Mary was called to be the mother of Christ. (See Luke 1:34) "Oh silly angel. I need to have a man to have a child." Or Nephi when he is told to kill Laban. (See Nephi 4:10-18) "Now there is No WAY the spirit just told me to do that. This isn't right. I probably should just get a going." Plenty of people have doubts, but, look what these three people were able to do.</div>
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Goodrich out.<br />
(Yes, I misspelled Christ in the little leaf thing. Get over it. I'm not perfect.)<br />
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