In Grant Teton National Park at Inspiration Point.
I love God. (Let the stereotypes begin!)
No. I am not a homophobe...or a republican...
or someone who's never made a mistake...or someone who's out to force his beliefs on everyone. I just love God...
I love people. I try, at least.
I try very hard.
I am called to be a giver of hope.
I am a traveler. This is not my home.
I’ve been given free rein, over the earth I roam
And I see…I see all these things in front of me
As they pass me by, these things that I see
Watching people walk by, seeing my own reflection,
Seeing hurts in their lives, problems needing correction.
I know it is not my home, but even camping there are rules
Leave things better than you found them, make sure the campfire cools
That’s all my house is, a camp, a tent to which I return
With food, shelter, a furnace for gas to burn
But I am still a traveler. And this is still not my home.
I don’t belong here. I am an alien and a stranger.
My boss, my King, has been affiliated with a manger.
It is to His land I am ultimately traveling
It is my mind that’s slightly unraveling
For I see strange things, even for this strange land
Loud proud oppression and none raise a hand
Nobody fights it, nobody disagrees
I think it’s not right, think we’re made to be free
And yet people think that freedom
Is exemplified by those I call fools. These ones are which?
The ones who break the camping rules
The ones who say they’re free to do anything, even if it’s self-destructive
The freedom I seek doesn’t require hospital stitches
(Though I’ve had a few)
I am a foreigner here on this planet called Earth
With strange cultures around me; I question the worth
But do I have the right? The right to judge?
To separate and filter out the good things from the sludge?
Sleep comes now, and now I dream
I dream of things I haven’t seen.
Just a note: Don't send messages that just say "Hi". Okay, Hi. Where am I supposed to go with that? If you want conversation, start one.
The best armor is being out of range.
The best friend will trade themselves for you without a second thought.
The deadliest poison is the one that drips from honeyed lips.
The greatest appeal comes from being just out of reach.
Anime? Too far behind to even care
Music? Lots. Country and hip-hop/rap no unless it's exceptional.
TV? A few shows. Chuck. House. White Collar. Psych
A scimitar is a lot like a woman, they have nice curves, and can cut a bloody swath of death through countless men.
Why did God invent liquor? So the Irish wouldn't rule the earth.
I'm a master of the weapon I use
Rhyming lines that come in twos.
Crudely constructed and humorous verse
If me you'd reward, open your purse
My definition of a REAL man:
Rejects passivity--doesn't just sit and let the world pass him by.
Engages with God--God is real to him, and he is in close contact with God.
Accepts Responsibility--Doesn't pass the buck. Deals with the consequences of his actions.
Leads courageously--Stand firm in the faith; step up, even if you're afraid; be strong.
additionally, the ability to have and maintain loving relationships is a mark of a true man.
Imagine the deepest sea, without a drop of water. An infinite galaxy, without even one single star. That's how I would be, so absolutely empty, without Jesus' life in me, there'd be no life at all. More than just a part, He's the very heart of everything I am.
I wear the Armor of God, from head to toe. I wear the Helmet of Salvation, for Christ has saved me. I wear the Breastplate of Righteousness, for Christ works within me and through me to do great things. I wear the Shield of Faith, for I know the power of my King. I wear the Belt of Truth, for I know the truth about my King. I wear the Shoes of Peace, for He gives me readiness to enter battle and the peace to do it. Lastly, against those I come under attack from, I counterattack with the Sword of the Spirit, for His Word has the Truth to counter the lies of my enemies.
feel free to hit me up on aim "bearchucks" or msn "firstname.lastname@example.org"