Graceless

If none of my longtime blog friends have noticed yet, I've stopped with the both famous and infamous "yoyoyo." Sad I know, but somethings need to come to an end.

yoyoyo meant alot to me. and I know you as well. It was always there, omnipresent really, and never at a loss for 6 letters (don't go back and count, I already did for you).

To see my yoyoyo go is like watching a child go back into their mother's womb. Not really, but you get the picture. Ok, you probably don't get the picture on this one, neether/niither do I.

But in actuality. I'm not replacing it with anything. yoyoyo is now assumed (by those same longtime friends, and sub-conciously somehow by newcomers).

I don't know how to seperate this part with a line, like on xanga. So this will have to do:

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re-Surgence on Sunday was sobering. I don't think about living my life in reference to Christ nearly as much as I should. The theme was surrounded by genuine salvation, and how to be able to recognize genuine and Godly fruit in our daily lives.

The first question of the night, "Which road am I on?" is the one that really stood out to me. Here's why.

I know I am on the right road.
The straight and narrow.
I know that Jesus paid for all of my sins 2000 years ago, on a hill, on a wooden cross.
I know that 2000 years ago minus three days He rose from the grave, putting His death to death (therefore allowing the way to not just a neutral standing before God, but now a positive one).

I know these things, but the true point is that sometimes this road I'm on doesn't feel so straight and narrow.

Sometimes it feels crooked and wide. As in, sometimes I lack courage to evangelize, too often laziness takes over, and I let things pass by. I'm not working as hard as I should for Jesus. He surely worked hard for me (understatement).

When this happens, I don't feel like I'm in the category that can say, "I am dying to myself every day, Jesus, this life is so hard, and I'm doing my best for and to glorify You."

I believe that is what we want to say, and we do say because its so biblically correct. But I believe we deceives ourselves when we say this - if we aren't doing all the things He has commanded, and all the things He has done for us prior to our existence.

I know i was saying "we, we, we." Really I should just say "me, me, me." But I know we all struggle with these things.

All these thoughts of the road, instantly reminded me of Pilgrim's Progress. Today I started reading the book again (the first time I read it was in 3rd grade, and it was a simplified version, with REALLY cutesy pictures).

If you haven't read it (good example: Emily Hollis), than you should seriously consider it. It's an allegory following the life of a man appropriately named Christian. Not many remember his first name (my title) though.

For those who don't know (and this makes the story so much sweeter), this allegory was dreamed up by John Bunyan in the 1600s (i believe?) while he was in prison. So to read this and imagine yourself as Christian, going through places like the Slough of Despond or the hill of Difficulty, or meeting people like Mr. Worldly Wiseman or Evangelist, is really an amazing adventure. MUCHO RECOMMENDO-DODO. (pronounced "dough dough")

I think American Idol is on tonight. I really like hearing what Simon has to say. And I really don't know why people make fun of it, I love watching people sing, seeing if they CAN sing, and seeing how they are judged accordingly. I consider it a joy to watch. Especially ever since that one guy sang a Mute Math song! Good choice man, good choice.

with this, and with that, I'm retiring. Goodnight and morrow all.

Green Pastures

To clear things up for anyone else who thinks I'm an emo who believes he is miserable and depraved (check my big headline)...

I am just that! (maybe not emo) But, I am a sinner. I am in a miserable state, and Christ came to save me, even in the midst of my miserable being.




I can't remember a time I've wanted to die for someone who didn't love and adore me.

But I can remember (yet, too often forget) that in my own sinfulness, He remade the history of all that is, through living a perfect life, dying a horrid death, and raising Himself from death itself, all in my stead.

I am so in debt to Christ, the debt was so great, only God, through the person of Jesus Christ, could lift that debt. Only He was powerful and pure enough to fix my evil nature for all eternity.

I believe this would be the best way to start off my blog, if you're going to listen to me rant and rave from time to time, I hope at least you could come away being more in love with the Savior.

I leave you now with some lyrics from Matt Wertz (I bet that was a true surprise!).


Yesterday morning every part of her just shut down
All that she knew, or thought she knew, flew out that door
Things she loved, so easily forgotten
And now Jamie cannot love no more, no more

She said, she said I'm so sick of this stumble, the stumble
I've been calling walk
She said I'm so tired of the mumble, this mumble
I've described as talk
Now I think this time, I lose myself
to the One who found me here