Heart of Darkness

They attack loud from the front and silently in the back

2010-03-30T11:17:00.001-07:00

He faltered, he faltered. He stood where he knew he should not. And the enemy took advantage of the momentary slip-up. A grenade unnoticed by the little one puffed out a nearly odorless gas. Pride

A bolt of electricity arched down his torso. The shock of it didn’t have time to register on his face before the poison began to take effect.
>>>>----Jealousy---->
A demonic green raced to his face, and then was covered up before anyone noticed.

Another flaming arrow was loosed, another direct hit. Only this time more powerful than the last.

The demonic host gave a short cheer, and attacked with vigor. The little warrior promptly fell the ground almost blinded from the onslaught of attacks.
>>>>------guilt--->
>>>>------guilt--->
>>>>------guilt--->
He faltered. In just a few short hours the enemy had leveled two solid hits on a warrior who was becoming less and less accustomed to these attacks.

The wounds. They hurt. They hurt him so badly. Faith, lifeblood left his body. Terror began to sink in. He reeled, stumbled and fell down. Blind in the sudden darkness.

The Sword, the Sword of the Spirit brushed up against his hand. He pulled it from its sheath, and the enemy began to fear. He began to pray. The enemy began to shake in fear. For they knew, they knew the wrath of the Father was fierce. As he prayed his shield (faith) grew. As he leaned upon The Spirit, and the Word, the arrows of the enemy hit their target less and less often. With a word from the Word Guilt left. With a mighty swing the Love and Glory of the Lord, cleared the battle field. All cower before His righteous anger and holy power. He is Jealous for His son, Little Warrior, and Loves him madly deeply!
The little warrior sunk to his knees, great tears, great sobs shook his body. The Father scooped him up rescuing him from the enemies attacks. And little one sunk into his Father’s arms with the song “He’s faithful to the end…Glory to the Lord!” ringing from his lips.

But the Father did not keep him in His arms. “The little warrior needs to learn, he needs know, he needs to grow. The enemy is asking to sift him but I won’t let them. He must grow now so that they don’t.” He said to himself as he put the child down. The enemy saw their opportunity and launched a full frontal assault. Arrows full of flame and terror whizzed through the air. The little warrior no longer tried to dodge them all, he couldn’t. Tim and again he ran to the Fat asking to be picked up. “Up, ABBA up” he cried showing just how young he truly was. Time and again the Father told him no, which threw the son into confusion. He knew that he couldn’t battle, not this many arrows. Not this strong of an attack.

Even as his thoughts began to be affected by the arrows, even as he began to lose hope the Father knelt down and began to guide the child’s sword. After a bit he stood back up and watched his son practice and try what he had learned. The father stepped in again, and corrected his son saying “now try and do it this way”

He little warrior got a moments respite and saw that It wasn’t just him who was receiving these attacks but many in the same congregation. He sided with his brothers and sisters and they began to form a phalanx. Now even fewer arrows got passed their shields of faith. More joined the group. Their strength and prowess increased the newborns grew into infants, the infants grew into children, and the children fell to their knees in prayer and fasting face down before the father.
After a season the Phalanx was broken up, and many of the warriors were moved to other battalions. Those who had not put on the full armor were even more ravenously attacked than before because they had tasted of the Lords Goodness which the enemy hates.
During the battle the little warrior slipped. His youngness again showed itself. The hordes of the enemy taking full advantage shot many arrows and the little one again fell to his knees. Again the father rushed to his son’s side and blocked many on coming arrows. The little warrior again reeled when an arrow glanced off his eyes. He was partially blinded. Pain shot through this heart. He sought a respite from the war. A place of rest “and my house shall be called a house of prayer”. “Not yet” said the Lord, “for now you must return to your brothers and sisters”. Obediently the child returned. Verses began to stream into the child like medicine. People surrounded him. Prayed for him. Spoke into his life. And began the process of healing. At one point a depression arrow struck him. But the Spirit of the Lord moved and the Child spoke “And the greatest among these is Joy”. Like a wellspring of life joy rained down upon him. Laughter touched his lips and his heart. The verse actually went “and the greatest among these is love” God’s love. Thus proving that God does have a sense of humor.
The little brothers and sisters surrounded the little warrior and prayed for him. His sight returned. His wounds healed. And he became stronger.
Whether we realize it or not we are in a war, and often are hit by the enemy’s arrows. When it happens seek the father, seek your brothers and sisters, seek the Word.
For your defense know the Word of life (it is your defense offense and healing spring), use your shield, Proverbs 3:5, Seek the father (he is your life source), seek your siblings (they are your family at arms), listen to the spirit (he is your tactician).

The Father he loves you. He’s fallen head over heels for you. And all you have but to say is I do. And all that he will do will be beyond your greatest dreams. Life will be difficult, life will be a struggle but His love will come upon you and you will receive life, His life! All the days of your life you will have access to the throne of God. Your condemnation will be swallowed up. And you will know the father and he will know you. And it will be good. Just as He is good.

The Love from the father filled him up, healing the little warrior's wounds, lifting his weighty baggage. For nearly two hours he sobbed. The word states “By his wounds we are healed”, And it rings so true. The little warrior had never known such love, such freedom, he had never seen such power, such goodness, and never desired to spread it like he did then. He saw beauty in the child, the child who prays. And he prayed for her. He desired the things of God like he never had before. He was free, he's free, and he is forever free! And he desired to spread that love to the ends of the earth.

abba father

2010-03-15T08:17:00.001-07:00

When my people seek my will
when they seek to know my thoughts
to redeem their own hearts
to know mine
and to become like me
then they will know wonders beyond their greatest imaginations

desperately i plea on my knees
for you to come and let me see
your heart just a little bit clearer
than before
desperately i cry
desperately i plea to grow this community
for them to see you just a little bit clearer

look all around you and seek my heart
look into my heart and you will see
I burn like a wildfire
my love and my passion surpasses
even the wildest of hearts
no teen has seen the likes of me
no whore house can even compare
to the love that i contain in a single thought
for my bride
if only you would seek me
if only you would surrender even the simplest of thoughts to me
I would come upon you like a storm
a whirlwind of hope love and redemption
paul, paul my child seek me with all your heart
beg desperately to see my ways
and search earnestly my word

"God, God my King i have tasted deeply of you
but i want more

Wrap me up in your whirlwind romance
search me deeply
search out my secret thoughts
and lay them bare before me
redeem even my smallest flaws
and let me seek after you with my everything
a moment without you is a moment that i do not want to bare"

come to me my child run into my arms
let your cries be turned to joy
let your heart be turned from stain into joy
dirt into gold
I will turn the dirty water you use for ceremonial washing into wine
let me show you my thoughts
let me show you my ways
let me show you my heart
let me stretch yours
and let me satisfy you all the days of your life

"Jesus, bread of life
if you would be my all in all
if you would fill me with the fire of your burning love
engulf me in passionate romance
if you would redeem my heart
continuously drawing me closer to you
if you would be my God. My Savior. My all, for the rest of my days
Then I would be satisfied and not be in want except to bring others to see you.

Abba, Abba, Abba
i see this picture of a daughter she is old at first
but you pick her out of a crowd
as you dance you begin to twirl her
with one hand you spin her
then you take her second hand in yours
and you spin
as you spin her she begins to laugh
years shed off of her until she is but a child
your child
her laugh becomes more and more pure
richer and richer
you spin her for what seems like an eternity
and then you complete the dance with a hug
a giant fatherly bear hug

tears of love and joy
tears of mercy and forgiveness
they stream down your face
you are so excited that she accepted your invitation
you can't contain the happiness and love you have for your child
you don't want to contain it
she is your precious daughter forevermore
and she takes delight in you!

"More daddy, more dancing" she says with a smile
innocent and pure

"Daddy one more time, just one more song"

"Ok daughter" you say as you pick your daughter up
and hug her again
the song begins
and you slow dance the night away
until at last she falls asleep in your arms
totally secure and satisfied
in you
in you my King

Making me new goes with "Beautiful things"

2010-03-11T20:36:00.001-08:00

"You make things new
you are mak-ing me new"

As i saw you laying dead in the field and I said to you, "Live!"

I am making you new

The peoples of the earth scorned you
they claimed you were a defilement to my presence
but they did not see what i see

I called you from the depths to be my bride
I picked you out from among the peoples of the earth

I bathed you in living water
I dressed your wounds with my love
I cured your diseases by the blood of the Lamb

I adorned you with silver
gave you gold earrings
and fine silk and linen to dress yourself in

Time and again you ran from my presence
You sought after other things than me
and sold yourself to a life of brutal bondage

"You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of dust
You make beautiful things out of us"

You sung that one time
and little did you know the truth behind it
Even as you were scarred; broken; bloody;
I began making you new
I began making you beautiful

Bride of the Groom
Bride who's name is Church I am making you beautiful
I am making you new
When my wedding comes
When the bells of celebration ring
You will be a sight to see

You'll see

You say you know me now
but just wait till i start moving
I will crash upon you like a rock
crushing what you think you know to smithereens
And i will build you up into a Holy People
Zealous for their God
Jealous for His love

You'll see

I am making beautiful things
I am making beautiful things out of the dust
And I will have my bride
She is beautiful in my sight
and she'll have no other
I'll be her all in all and she'll want no other
I will dote on my bride
Just because i can
I'll lift her up in a Whirlwind Romance
And she will be satisfied!

You'll see

It's coming soon and I'm very excited
I the Lord of Glory am about to unleash the fullness of my love on her
And she won't know what hit her
It will be good

You'll See

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR7VOKQ0xJY
and
Ezekiel 16

The ground shakes

2010-03-07T12:59:00.001-08:00

A storm of arrows is coming
and many will fall

But those who survive
they will experience the awesome presence of the Lord

He walks among his people
he blesses them

he strengthens some
convicts others
laughs
brings joy
his people are moved by his spirit
joyous song
rapturous excitement breaks out
Such as has never been seen before!
The multitudes gather
Its the largest party ever
and its all for God
Its all For the Father!

A Shout heard from miles away
shakes the ground with its strength
yet the people hardly notice
their faces aglow with glory
the Glory of the Lord lights their ways
O what a sight
What a glorious sight

As one the people sing
one heart
one mind
one purpose
one God
O How Good he tastes to those who eat
how fulfilling the drink
the river flowing from the throne
it washes away the filth from His Glorious Bride
O how Good the worship
O How good the God on High

Beautiful: Love story unfinished

2010-03-07T12:56:00.000-08:00

Regal beauty exudes from her very presence
not everyone can see it but light is shining on her face
reflected Glory is emanating from her redeemed heart
They ask who the bride is and how soon until the ring of the wedding bells

She is excited. her body shivers
silent tears fall from her eyes
sparkling as they fall to the floor
her Wedding is near
soon very soon she will be with her dear

A cherished memory pushed it's way to the surface
soft sand
the soft sound of the wind
As it rustled through the trees
gently
ever so gently

the beach was warm
and the rain
the misting rain was beautiful as it
lazily
fell

the love story remains unfinished...
but i don't have words other than beautiful

Hope Stands Renewed!

2010-02-27T20:37:00.001-08:00

The Lord Shines his light on me
and i don't understand why
I have seen a fraction of my life
and now know what he meant when it was said "i am the worst of all sinners"
The Lord has revealed some sin
he has shown me a part of my pride
A pride not found in Him but in me
And I don't understand why he shines His light on me

All i know is that they call it grace
and i call it awesome!
His song comes to me
His word springs up in my heart
and it tastes good in my mouth
it reveals my sin
but by the grace of God it turns me away
from a life covered in death
towards a death covered in life

The more he reveals. The more death I see.
The more i cry out for Him to redeem me
Burn me with a Holy Fire
so that i might live a life ablaze

Let me turn into a Redeemed pyre
And let me spread wildly so that others might experience
The life i experience
Let them catch fire
Let them burn that Holy Burn
Feel the pain of giving up a life of sin
and the Joy of receiving a life of redemption
a life of ever increasing Freedom

We welcome you
We call you Groom
You are our King
You alone are Good

We worship you
We sing your praise
we see your face
a face of love

The fire of passion burns in you
The love of Christ
Willing to go to the extreme
just to see one lost lamb saved

One lamb who said all his life "no"
until the very moment he was saved
until that moment he was rescued
from his wretched bondage

We love you lord
We worship you
a hope which was lost
is found in you!

All that was lost
Now Stands RENEWED
We surrender it all
To Christ our KING!

I love You Lord
Words can't describe
What you've done for me
Christ that i love

Please take me Lord
Dirty rags and all
I offer my self
as a servant to the King

Let me help you carry
the weight of your Cross
Let me expend myself
for your Glory, King

I love you Lord
and I worship you
Hope which was lost
now stands renewed

As embers fly bye

2009-04-25T17:56:00.000-07:00

As embers fly bye
little embers spawned from the Burning Flame above
as they fly....bye
I shout for joy because I knew them
I knew them well
they were my brothers and sisters
they are my brothers and sisters

little embers I knew you for a short time
too short it seemed to me
you sparked my ember into a deeper reality
my tiny smolder became a little ember
thanks to you

it grew and is maturing
deeper and deeper it grows almost daily
all because of your sparks
so please as you fly bye
fly away with my gratitude
fly away with my thanks
fly away with my blessing
and fly away with the knowledge of your potent influence
in my life
in my heart
and in my walk

fly away dear embers fly away
you will be dearly missed
and you are dearly loved my brothers and sisters
fly away

as embers fly bye
I am hit bye the bittersweet symphony
your presence will no longer be there
your presence will no longer be in town
but that your presence will be there
in your new home
your presence will be there making a new impact
creating new sparks
fostering the little embers
the ones that follow the Bright and Glorious Flame
like they were your children
You will be doing the Great Flame's Work over there!
Little embers
Little flames
you will be missed
you will be missed indeed
but I'm am excited for what the father has in store
So take my gratitude take my prayers

and be on fire for the Lord the God on High!

Rejected Spring

2009-04-19T11:57:00.001-07:00

How goood the spring, that flows forth , feels
how satisfying the drink
too long have i terried in the dessert
too long have i willingly starved
Parched...
i was

my wicked tongue swollen,
from lack of water...
the Living Water

I needed you so bad
but i refuesed to turn
the very heart that i was dependent on for life
was forsaken
because i had my own agenda

my plan was to trap and ensnare
my scheme, was to destroy to hake, to...forsake...
your ways

and it didn't work

you pulled your hand from my life
you retracted your Holy Presence
I lost my satisfaction in you
and began to wither
like a plant who...
was starved for the water which would restor me back to my former Glory
my Glory in You!

For a time i lived in the dessert starved for bread
famished for water

you did not would not let me die
death knocked
and before i even got to the door
you had shut it tight!

Why?

Why would you refuse to turn your back on a person who had turned his back on you?
why do you refuse to give up!?
My only conclusion is because You
Are good
becauese you
are God
and because you are my Savior!

All i can say is "Thank You" For not giving up on me!

What are we fighting for?

2009-04-19T11:56:00.000-07:00

Searching for hope and life
I look here are there
forced conscription takes me

What are we fighting for
What are we fighting for

In a war we cannot see
fighting an enemy that i'm told
does not exist so....

What are we fighting for
What are we fighting for

What are we fighting for
What are we fighting for

is there any rhyme or reason
any life beyond this mundane
beyond the here and now

will i die no better that i am now
will i seek gods; gods who do not satisfy
sex life friends fun

What are we fighting for
What are we fighting for

All hope turns and dies, worthless, hopeless
the green apple turns brown and shows its face
there is no such thing as beyond now

What are we fighting for
What are we fighting for

What are we fighting for
This is what we fight for

With knees bowed and bent
before the shadow of the king I fall
bent and broken bent and broken

This is what we fight for
This is who we fight for

Before his bloody and whip bitten body i fall
before his nail bitten hands and feet i fall
Before the lamb i cry...

This is who we fight for
This is who we fight for

This is who we fight for
This is who we fight for!

Brothers lost and brothers found
on God's great glory i want to expound
through song and lyre i hope to mirror

the man we are fighting for
This is who we are fighting for!

mirage

2009-04-19T11:53:00.000-07:00

It was that autumn in New York
The ring that turned my finger green
And the bread crumbs in the water
While you kissed me on the swing

That little corner bakery
Closed without a sound
But we still walked by to visit
As the leaves covered the ground

And the bench in Central Park
Where we bent to carve our names
We went back just once to sit there
Before the winter came

It's this loud Grand Central Station
I can't seem to figure through
As these doors hiss shut to curtain
My fall mirage of you

If you come back to Manhattan
Any time the leaves are green
To stand among the buildings
And remember what has been

You won't find me in Brooklyn
Or on Fifth Avenue alone
I've gone back to San Francisco
Where the bay has called me home

In Purple

2009-04-19T11:49:00.000-07:00

These gloomy hues of black and coal and gray
My gaunt and fragile body wears so oft
Are reminiscent of a stormy day
And to the eye are anything but soft;
Yet on my day of darkest
Misery,
I hear a gentle voice that calls my name:
"Come forth, my love, for I have made for thee
Clothes that will make you beautiful again."
And so with careful steps I follow Him,
And to my great surprise there then appears
A light which makes the darkness turn to dim--
Then dim turns into shiny, bright and clear.
"This raiment in which you have clothed me, sir,"
I say as I survey it, looking down,
"Is far too grand for such as me to wear,
For those who wear this color wear a crown."
He heedeth not my protests but instead
With steady hands and lovely, smiling eyes
Places a golden circlet on my head
And now forever gone is my disguise.
I love the way His love just simply IS,
And it shall be as such
Eternally.
Forever dressed in purple, I am His
Clothed in His righteousness and majesty.

Silhouette

2009-03-24T08:27:00.003-07:00

Every time i see you
out of the corner of my eye
you make me stop.
and smile

it stuns me every time
you're so beautiful
from the inside on out.
The fullness of your smile

it rubs off on me
Every time we touch
my heart gives a start
and leaps for joy

Every time i hear your voice
the day grows a thousand times brighter
the flowers sing
the greens of the grass are greener

when i see your heart i am reminded
that there is a God
and He loves us
you and I

We are one
like God and church
one in body and spirit
every time we stand together

singing the songs of worship
i thank God for you
because without you
i would have no one to share my deepest secrets
no one to be completely honest with

you know, though i don't know you right now
i can tell you that even from the silhouette
seen from the corner of my eye

you are beautiful
from the inside on out
so while i stand here next to you

i worship my God for this beautiful woman that he has given to me

Remember o Child the Days Gone Black

2009-03-24T08:27:00.001-07:00

Remember o Child the days gone
When black birds reigned
Cawing at your every move
Confusion had become your best friend
You would have become unbalanced
Crazy
Had it not been for the sparse rays
of light
of life
of hope

Remember o Child those dark days
Remember well
Because it was in that time
The time when you had no hope
That my son burst forth
Holding back your tormentors
Defending your exhausted limp
Carcass
As if…as if it were his only child

Remember my child that it was in that time
In the lonely decrepit darkness
When all your strength was drained
That a savior came
And filled you up
Turning your darkness into day
Turning your death into life

Remember my Child
Remember my saving power
My unending strength
My light

Remember because the Dark Crows will caw once more
The day will again turn to night
Times will soon become hard
And it is during those times that…
I need you to become…
my little light
so that I can show others
light
life
and hope…
my saving power
My unending strength
And my light…
that I freely offer
remember, remember, remember
my child
the light that I freely offer…
Isaiah 12.2
Surely God is my salvation;
I will trust and not be afraid.
The LORD, the LORD, is my strength and my song;
he has become my salvation.

An Autopsy

2009-02-24T12:44:00.001-08:00

It's been ten years since the fire went down
and left an ashy trail.

Eight since it flared in the heart of him.

Five since its final sigh.

He's spent the past four kissing painted lips, slick and ink-sharp masks,
and pressing poison fingertips into alabaster flesh.

Unresponsive, he lies
heart of granite open to the cold air.
Marbled eyes regarding a world
sterilized.

And without his ice cold pseudo-fire to warm him,
he has simply

:Gone Out.

The Pharisee

2009-02-13T23:33:00.000-08:00

"day after day he seeks me out;
he seems eager to know my ways,
as if he were a person that does what is right
and has not forsaken the commands of his God.
he asks me for just decisions
and seems eager for God to come near him

but he has fallen asleep...

When they meet on sunday
he is the first to raise his hands in praise
when its time to participate in communion
he is the most devout of them all
he is the most solem,
he seems to think that his is serving his lord

but he does not even have the strength to stand...

he fasts
"look at how i struggle and sacrifice for you"
he says

but he has missed the point...

he is so far off the target
he is blinded by his own self righteousness
his own good deeds and ways
he is so blinded he doesn't even remember who i am

his fasting ends in quarreling and strife,
and in striking at others with wicked fists.
He cannot fast as he does today
and expect his voice to be heard on high.

Only when he learns
only when he looses the chains of injustice
and unties the cords of the yoke,
only when he to sets the oppressed free
and breaks every yoke?
only then...

When he shares his food with the hungry
and to provides the poor wanderer with shelter—
when he sees the naked, and gives them clothes,
and does not to turn away from his own flesh and blood
only then...

Only then my light will break forth like the dawn,
and my healing will quickly appear;

Only then will my righteousness go before him,

and the glory of the LORD will be his rear guard.

Then he will call, and the LORD will answer;
he will cry for help, and I will say: "Here am I.
If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,

only if he spends himself on behalf of the hungry
and satisfies the needs of the oppressed,
then his light will rise in the darkness,
and his night will become like the noonday.

The LORD will guide him always;
I will satisfy his needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen him
He will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
he will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
The mouth of the LORD has spoken!"

The Pharisee that i am talking about is really me. I am the one who fasts, and raises his hand in "worship". I am the one who likes looking good. But i am dead on the inside. My stench has reached to the heavens, and God has called me out on it. Its time to change.

Read Isaiah 58.

Biblical Validity

2009-02-01T14:54:00.000-08:00

The New Testament was written 2000 years ago and the Old testament around 2500-3000 years ago, due to this fact, have you ever wondered how we can possibly trust what we currently have written, as what had been written? Or have you ever come across a person who may think with this mindset and find yourself speachless? Well, then...I've got the info you've been looking for :)

I'll begin with the evidence.
Obviously the first thing we need is actual documents/manuscripts of the work from the past, if we are going to argue that the bible was indeed written 2000+ years ago.

Pretty Self-Explanatory. Bible vs. Other Ancient Manuscripts.

What is this table showing us?
Its showing us 10 different authors/works and the year+ the number of the ancient manuscripts we have of each. The first 8 are ancient writings whose validity (even in the face of contradictions) are not challenged by any historian (with exception to Caesar). These manuscripts are not disputed because we have 5+ manuscripts dating within 1000 years of the writing (roundabout). So, an ancient author's work is generally considered valid if there are 5+ remaining manuscripts and the manuscripts are written within 1000 years of their actual writing. (i hope you see where i'm going)
Within these standard qualifications, the Bible not only qualifies, it exceeds the nearest competitor 10 fold. 10 FOLD!

Well ok, Alec, so its got a lot of manuscripts, but they can't all be without legends that entered into the writings after the original writing or it certainly can't be perfectly written w/o mistakes . I'll answer both these in turn.
Legends/Myths?
100 years. 100 years is how long our table there says it was before we got copies of the originals. (this table is actually a bit off, its now closer to 50 years...) Let me introduce another table.

Note that the nearer line in NT represents the actual copies and the farther line represents the Early Church writings.

This new table shows us how many early church manuscripts we have, the things that the church leaders wrote that weren't worthy of canonization. These 24,000 (4800x's the standard) manuscripts all fit the current biblical writings. Meaning the things writtin about jesus were all backed up by the early church fathers, what they have written fits the themes/ideas and beliefs expressed by the Gospels we have today. This therefore means that the Stories of Christ were not myth written in after the fact, they were believed by the earliest church, before myth could have existed.

w/o Mistakes?
The Old Testament copying process stands as the error-proof in it of itself. A priest wishing to copy an Old testament book (the Tanakh) had the following ritual.
1. Cleanse yourself to the upmost.
2. Begin Writing the book exactly as is in the original (the spacing of the words, the size of the words, the length of the words, EVERYTHING).
3. Once the priest came to a name for God(or YHWH itself) he had to go cleanse himself again
4. Then write the word and continune.
If all this was followed to PERFECTION than the writing was kept. However, if there's was any differences between the two documents, then the entire copy was thrown out. and the priest started over. Saying that the current version of the Old Testament could possibly err in any way, would be lunacy.

The New Testament copying process was not nearly as rigorous, but they still did a fantastic job. All of the 6,000+ manuscripts (again the table is outdated a little bit) are cross-checked against eachother. While we don't have the original, by cross checking each copy versus one another we can find the true writing.
IE. Lets use 4 different examples of my own writing.
Original: Moe's is far better than Qdoba, far better.
Copy #1: Moe's is far b_tter than Qdoba, far better.
Copy #2: Moe's is far be_ter than Qdoba, far better.
Copy #3: Moe's is far bet_er than Qdoba, far better.

Using just the three copies we can deduce that the sentence should read "Moe's is far better than Qdoba, far better". So using this strategy the New Testament has been found to be 99.9...% accurate. (i don't remember exactly to what extent they give the nine's). Also, keep in mind that my example is far more drastic than any actual mistakes within the NT, they arenever that drastic.

I think its safe to say in light of all this, there is only two conclusions you can come to with Biblical Validity.
1. The Old and New Testament we have today clearly fit and exceed the qualifications for being considered valid and as such are what was written from 48-95 a.d.
2. Or, Not a single piece of ancient history is reliable enough to be considered true, and most therefore be thrown out.

in retrospect

2009-01-26T11:45:00.000-08:00

“God's faithfulness to me through it all...the time we spent together, his patience with my fretting, his forgiveness for that time I was really angry with him; the way he answered my prayers in unexpected ways, the way he under-girded my fragile faith with truth and truth-bearing friends. The impossible tasks he entrusts to me. (Oh God help me follow through!). The improbable blessings he brings un-asked into my life. The sweetness and intricacy of the plan he has woven for me...thank you, thank you, thank you”

Question of the hour

2009-01-20T19:57:00.000-08:00

Would you worship the Lord, fully and with absolute joy, even if you knew that your destiny would be the pits of Hell? Would you worship him just because he is worthy of it? Would you worship him even if there is no personal gain?

Blessing

2009-01-13T09:41:00.000-08:00

May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are
exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite
possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you
have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you
be content knowing you are a child of God. Let His presence settle into
your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and
love. It is there for each and everyone of us.'
~Author Unknown

Beautiful

2009-01-08T09:56:00.000-08:00

Somewhere along the line, life took a turn that no one expected. We all lost sight of what was good and pure, like when we were kids. I miss it a lot. Like sitting on a merry go round and just lazily spinning there, not a care in the world, just letting it all pass you by. Watching the world go on about its business as you make circles in the sky and trying to see what animals are floating above your head. You knew what made you happy, what made you smile, who your friends were, even if they weren’t the best of them. Life was more simplistic, school was fun and it was all about recess and what you were going to do over the weekend and telling the stories for the next week at school.
About that time, you found out about being cool, and popular and all the things that went along with being on the “inside? of whatever was going on. You had to be cool, have the latest fashion and look like a magazine cover. That or get made fun of, get picked on behind your back by people you called friends. Then you started making enemies, you lost sight of the simplicity of life. Now it existed outside of who you were. It was what you wore, whom you associated with, what sports you played and if you were any good or not.
If you look back, it was really an over night thing, the whole social ladder always existed, but now it was clearly defined, and you were stuck in a box. That box had rules, rules you had to follow if you ever wanted to do anything. Then you became so used to it, you forgot to notice, you looked right past all of labels and stereotypes and just assumed everything about people by where they sat in the lunch room, what they wore, who they hung out with. That was who you became, you were a part of the group, so you joined in to it all, even without noticing. Then the game started, you played everyday, and probably spent hours just making sure you were good enough to stay in the group, you dressed like them, you read what they read and it all worked out most of the time.
But sometimes, you missed things; you forgot to check with people before you did something. Then it started to go downhill. You overcompensated and then people let you back in, even if they never let you live it down. No matter where you were the game continued. On the ski hill, at the game, whom you were with, it went on all the time. People who were your friends in grade school, were only still friends if they passed the test and were in your same group, if not, you just let the friendship die. If you ever hung out, things were cool, but you had to act like I never happened the next day.
You might be saying it’s not like that, sure it happens but I wasn’t like that. But I bet you were. You want proof; ask people you still know that may have been in a different social group what they really thought of you. Or remember what you thought of them, when they passed you in the halls, when you saw them out at the mall, or anywhere else at all. Think about the times when you just sat around and gossiped about who wore that, or what someone did over the weekend. It was that bad, and probably worse now.
But that is how it goes. It stats out small and then takes over your whole life. You become so ingrained in trying to be something your not, you don’t even notice when you hurt people and how your lifestyle makes you appear to others.
I think the problem started back in the day, when we were kids, we missed some life lessons somewhere along the line. We missed out on seeing that who we are, is exactly how we were meant to be. Before it all became about what others thought, that is where you need to find your self worth. In knowing all about yourself, and really paying attention to those that cared about you, and what they have to say about you.
Here is what I have to say, first to the ladies, cause chivalry will work, if you girls give us a chance to be nice out of the goodness of our hearts, and not assume we want to just make out or other things of that nature. So yeah first off, I wish you knew how beautiful you are. No matter what. Someone, somewhere thinks you are an angel. That person, is always God first, mostly cause he was the craftsman, but also cause he loves you so deeply. Now here is a little thing about beauty, I am not talking magazine cover, airbrushed, fake and prissy type beauty. I am talking about the kind that starts in your soul and radiates out to your skin. The kind that lights up your face when you smile, when you laugh and that little twinkle in your eye reserved for something special. This beauty is held deep in the heart of everyone, some people just found a way to tap into it. This beauty also comes out when you cry, when you sleep, and in the times when you are free from all that is around you. I have been told every girl longs for prince charming and to be told they are beautiful. But I see so many girls settle for so much less it kills me, so here I will set out to tell you at least when I think you are beautiful. When you smile, when you cry, when you giggle, when you get embarrassed, the way you walk, talk, and the way you move. When you take way too long to get ready for us, when you let us see you right after you wake up. In scrub mode, when your sick, when your tired, when you fall into our arms and feel safe, the way you move your hair, and mainly when you let your guard down and let us see your soul.
But in the end that is just me, and I have yet to be any kind of royalty that I know of. Hopefully I will be someday, for one lucky lady. I just wish I had the secret for everybody, but so many of these girls just settle for the best thing that comes along. Granted for some people it works, but even then, they long for something better. I wish I could show you better off, I wish you would see that down the line some guy will be there to see you for the angel you really are. I wish you could see that guy who is always there for you, or just watches you and prays for the better. That and knowing somewhere somebody is just waiting for the opportunity to make your life a little slice of heaven.
Here is where I get confused every girl wants better and just lives their life to satisfy that part of them that need so know someone thinks your beautiful. Knock it off. You never give us good kids a chance to get in there and be your friend, then show you how you should be treated. I wish I could show every girl that they are wanted, for more then the tan of their body or the way they dress, that they are wanted for their heart, and they way you make a guy feel when he is with you. There is one little secret us guys have, we love to have your near us, cause deep down it fulfills part of the reason we are here, to protect, to love, to have and to hold the one that makes us wish for more hours in the day so we could just stand in awe of who you make us, and the way we want to become for you.
That is what you need to hope for, and to wait for, sure it might kill you, but in the end, what you have to offer to your prince will be so rewarding he won’t know how to thank you. But somewhere, it all gets lost in the process of growing up. And in everything that you see and are told to be on a daily basis. I wish that could change, but too much of this world is obsessed with physical beauty, mostly because they don’t know a better way. This sucks for sure.
So if you hear nothing else from this tirade, hear this,
you are Beautiful,
just the way God made you And if someone can’t see that, they are not worth your time. Trust me. You have the power to change the world around you, just by being a bit different from everything that surrounds you. No it won’t be easy, but nothing worth doing should be. The beauty you possess is like the sun rising on freshly fallen snow,
white and glistening, with nothing to hide, just a showcase of all that makes you how you were made to be. Simply put, you were made beautiful. Now the story is up to you, write well young angel, this is your legacy to those that follow in your footsteps

The Joy of Wind Gone Past

2009-01-02T17:05:00.000-08:00

The vast plain stretches far away

Desolate as midnight

But soon the grass begins to sway

And dances in the sunlight.

A breath of wind has swept the plain

Causing wildflowers

To twirl and spin and then to say,

"O wind, your joy's now ours."

It blows so sweetly, ever strong

Setting all a-dancing

And all it touches think upon

What makes this breeze entrancing.

Perhaps the way it rolls so free

Over lifeless places

And brings its happy countenance

To poor, unhappy faces.

And though the wind begins to fade

And life no more it sees

A more beautiful world has been made

Because of that blessed breeze.

Our Hearts Sing

2008-12-23T18:59:00.000-08:00

my heart sings

my heart sings
o that my bride
the bride of my youth
would come so that we could be one
she hides. her face behind the veil of mystery
she hides. her name in the jumble of the world
she hides. her heart because i don't yet recognize which is hers.
which is hers...

my heart sings
my heart sings
impatience has become my new best friend
to see her to tell her
"Beautiful"
to hear her
hear her voice
like that of a bird in the spring time
so young
so beautiful

my heart sings
my heart sings
her heart sings
her heart sings

my heart sings
her heart sings
our hearts sing
we will be one
we will sing of what is to be.
What will be is that which is happening
and has not yet come to pass...
"Oh the Glory of it all is:
he came here
For the rescue of us all
that we may live
for the glory of it all
for the glory of it all "

my heart sings
sings a new song
a song of praise
and of hope

my heart sings
her heart sings
we will sing.

together.

A HolyDance

2008-12-19T10:12:00.000-08:00

I sing a great dance looking into the eyes of my love

Her beauty astounds me, her grace i adore

My King and my God, don't ever leave my presence

My bride, my glorious church you could never comprehend...

Don't ever leave my side, don't ever leave my presence

...the depth of my love. Not even after a thousand years

I was once lost. Broken. Hopeless. you raised me up
Even though i rebelled. You gave me hope.
Even when the situation was bleak.
You came to my rescue.
I will stand here. In awe of the one who gave it all.

I will sweep you off your feet
You will look up and see me smile.
You will seek comfort in me
and i will give it.
You will cry out to me for help
and i will be there.
You will ask me for a miracle
And i will blow you away!

And so i'll dance in the presence of the one
who makes all things new.
I will dance so that i can see you smile
so i come to the arms of my father looking up
and i dance in the presence of the one
who makes all things new!
and so i'll dance...

fyi
italics is the Bride
and
Bold is the Christ

The servent. The master musician.

2008-12-17T13:50:00.000-08:00

The master musician raises his pick and bows his head. "With this pick o God i pray that you take this heart of mine. And put it in your sancuary. Protect it from the ravages of this world. Let it feel free to come to you completely secure. Yet totally aware of your power. Father let this hand play the music which has been written by you through me. Let this voice cause the earth to stand still and The heavens to break out in praise. God i cannot play this concert without your help. In fact i cannot even begin unless you take total control of this body. Father. My friend and Leader Let me honor you here and now. In the name of the true Master Musician i pray amen."
Guitar tuned. EADGBE. heart surrendered. ready. He signals for the curtain to be drawn. The curtain split open like the two halves of his body. One saying HIS and other other demanding sinister victory. The battle begins. "Thank you for hearing me" The master musician prays. With a surge of adrenaline like an avalanche screaming down the mountain the master musician surrenders.
Everything. Totally and completely.

Down Down Up. Down Down Up. Em. G. D. Am. He plays. The master musician he lets go, no longer is it him playing. no that was long long ago. A distant life. It is now God playing through him. Him playing to God. A Holy dance full of magic and glory and awesome power.

Long ago the master musician would have tried to take over saying that it was him Not God who knew how to play best. But now he knows better. The master musician worships God with every stroke of his skilled hand. With every chord that he plays.

His vocal chords vibrate. His heart abandoned. no longer can he feel the power that once held him captive. He sings. "Holy God" he cries in perfect harmony.

The music reaches the ears of THE MASTER. His head turns from the angel that he was conversing with. "Hold on" he says smiling. "Listen"
"Worthy is the Lord" The master musician continues full of passion and truth.

The crowd surrounding the master musician joined in. They knew this song well.

Broken hearts were healed. Burdens removed. Souls freed. The crowd and master musician as one breathed in the Sweet Air. Drank deeply of the Living Water. They were filled with the spirit. They sung with a passion that caused the earth to stand still and The heavens to break out in praise. Yet the people didn't even notice. They were worshiping their God.
"O Praise Him" They cried.

The music hit a peak. " Hallelujah" The musician no longer could hear the instrument. Only the voice of the crowd. They were loud "He is Holy".

The song finished. But the crowd continued. "Amazing Grace how sweet the sound...". Deep into the night they sung. Never tiring. Ever getting louder. The MASTER was honored that night. All because of surrender of the master musician. HIS servant. All because of the dance between FATHER and son. MASTER and servant.

i tell you this story because i want you to know how great GOD is. He is so totally beyond anything and everything i can understand. God can take the normal, like music, singing, breathing, talking, even walking and turn it into something that is Glorifying. I am proof of that. My life was once "nothing special" but it has now become an awesome journey. Whatever it is you feel that God desires. Whether it be surrender. Worship. Prayer. Or just plain hang time. Give it to Him. I promise you it is soo worth it. and it will be something that you never regret.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IpVsF4W8V2Y