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Name: Jordan
Birthday: 5/16/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: After all of that deep thought, I have arrived at this conclusion: When all is said and done, in spite of or because of what we may or may not do or think, it is just as likely as not that, for better or for worse, everything will turn out one way or another, sooner or later.
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7/24/2005
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| For those of you who pray now and then... A dear friend of my family and myself was in a car accident today. Two of her three children were with her, and escaped with minor injuries. She on the other hand has two broken legs, brokens ribs a broken pelvis, and head trauma. Last I heard she was being flown to Grand Rapids to a hospital there. Her husband is a marine in Iraq, and is being flown home as we speak, to be with her. If you have a moment right now, just pray for her healing. That's all I've got right now, even if its just a sentance long, please pray. Thanks, Jordan | | |
| I don't have a lot of time for a lengthy explaination, and at this point in time, I'm not really going to go into detail on what's happening in my life recently. I'll have to be a bit more general, and just leave people wondering, "wha...?" But what I can say is that my life has been undisciplined to say the least. I've been dazed and confused for what seems like the longest time, and all intents and purposes, my life and actions have been irrational, unkempt, and basically not entirely sane. A long, long time ago, I asked God to do whatever it takes to get my attention and get me on the right track. Not those exact words, but basically that's it. I guess you could just say that I didn't take that prayer as seriously as He obviously did. Recent developments in my life have limited me in many ways, and in the eyes of some, set me WAY back as far as life and progress goes. But I've never been happier, never more content with what's happening and what I have to do and deal with now. Some look and say, "dang, that sucks." But I wouldn't have it any other way. See, I could be free to do as I please whenever, wherever, but now I'm regaining my sanity. Slowly but surely. And I can see that I wasn't free... "Its good to be free. Its good to be free from the pain, its good to be free. Its good to hear You say my new name! Its good to be free; its good to know You have taken the place of blame for me..." Freedom is where I am right now. And through human eyes, though it may not look like freedom, I know that I'm more free than I have ever been. It just required God answering a five year old prayer, and kicking me back two years. That's hard to explain without details. I can only express my feelings now though... I read a poem some time back, and in it God speaks to the author and said something that lingers in my heart, and pushes me forward each day... I'm paraphrazing it now because its old style language, "All that I took from you, your loves mistake, I did but take, not for thy harms - but just that thou might seek it in my arms..." I see where I am. That I am free, and that I don't have to kick myself, and beat myself up to try to please God. I've met Him, and I found out that He is already very pleased with me. That even when I went to the ends of the earth to escape Him, and did the most horrible unspeakable things, when I turned back, I found that He ran to me, and greeted me with tears and a party. Strange God we have... That's all for now. | | |
| 1 Corinthians 6:12 "Everything is permissable for me, but not everything is beneficial. Everything is permissable for me, but I will not be mastered by anything..." "If you do what you've always done, you'll be what you've always been." "I will never be the same again. I can never return; I've closed the door. I will walk the path; I'll run the race, and I will never be the same again..." It appears that you can never get far enough away that He can't reach out, stop you dead in your tracks and turn you around. There's no distance that His love can't reach, no failure that can drag us too far from Him. God's deep grasp cannot be shaken. He is the hound of heaven. He never stops, never grows tired, never gives up, never stops believing in you. This is a God I have to know. ... Just how deep is his love? One last thing that I've learned... Be careful what you ask for. It may be years down the road, but if its something that God wants, it will sneek up on you before you know it, and it may not come about in the most pleasant way, but you can rest assured its the best way - the only way. What did I ask for that brought me here? I'll tell you later. | | |
| Doubting Thomas
-Nickel Creek**
what will be left when i've drawn my last breath,
besides the folks i've met and the folks who know me? will i discover a soul saving love,
or just the dirt above and below me?
i'm a doubting thomas,
i took a promise,
but i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith,
sometimes i pray for a slap in the face,
then i beg to be spared 'cause i'm a coward,
if there's a master of death i'll bet he's holding his breath, as i show the blind and tell the deaf about his power.
i'm a doubting thomas,
i can't keep my promises,
'cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith
i'm a doubting thomas,
i can't keep my promises,
'cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith,
can i be used to help others find truth,
when i'm scared i'll find proof that its a lie,
can i be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs,
that prove i'm not ready to die,
please give me time to decipher the signs,
please forgive me for time that i've wasted,
i'm a doubting thomas,
i'll take your promise,
though i know nothin's safe,
oh me of little faith | | |
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Read this. You won't be dissapointed... or bored. ... I promise...
I've been listening to the Chronicles of Narnia on audio CD. I just started listening to the Silver Chair, but it all made me think of something from the "first" book in the series. The following are bits taken from a devotional written by various pastors. The Chronicles of Narnia has gotten me thinking recently more than any other devotional, series, or book that I can think of. It is indeed sad how we learn, in this life, to defend ourselves against all that might do us good.
It is also sad that the message of the Cross becomes so commonplace for us, as one of my friends said. Fortunately there was a man - C.S. Lewis who was able to retell the story in an extraordinary way, without the message being lost at all. If anything, it was magnified.
Read these bits, and if you have any thoughts on them, feel free to share them with me. I'm interested in your feedback.
"'In The Chronicles of Narnia, The Magician’s Nephew is the tale of how Digory Kirke finds himself in the newly created world of Narnia. But others have entered Narnia as well, including Jadis the White Witch, and Digory’s unscrupulous Uncle Andrew. Uncle Andrew has a closed heart that cannot understand the goodness of Aslan. Aslan comments on this to Digory and his friend Polly:'"
"He thinks great folly, child," said Aslan…. "He has made himself unable to hear my voice. If I spoke to him, he would hear only growlings and roarings. Oh Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good!"
IF YOU’RE THIRSTY, YOU MAY DRINK
"'Near the beginning of The Silver Chair, Jill Pole hears the persistent sound of flowing water. Very thirsty, she follows the sound until she comes to a stream of clean, cool water:
"But although the sight of the water made her ten times thirstier than before, she didn’t rush forward and drink. She stood as still as if she had been turned into stone, with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason; just on the side of the stream lay the lion.
She knew at once that it had seen her, for its eyes looked straight into hers for a moment and then turned away—as if it knew her quite well and didn’t think much of her.
"If I run away, it’ll be after me in a moment," though t Jill. "And if I go on, I shall run straight into its mouth." Anyway, she couldn’t have moved if she tried, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it. How long this lasted, she could not be sure; it seemed like hours. And the thirst became so bad that she almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if only she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.
"If you’re thirsty, you may drink." For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, "If you are thirsty, come and drink." The voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her feel any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.
"Are you not thirsty?’ said the Lion.
"I’m dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink," said the Lion.
"May I—could I—would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience. The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not to—do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.
"I make no promise," said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"I daren’t come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
"There is no other stream," said the Lion.
It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the Lion—no one who had seen his stern face could do that—and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do, but she went forward to the stream, knelt down, and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted.'"
"If I can sing
Let my songs be full of His glory
If I can speak
Let my words be full of His grace
And if I should live or die
Let me be found pursuing this prize
The One that alone satisfies
The treasure of Jesus."
--Steven Curtis Chapman | | |
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