Miraculous Story

This story is taken from Luke 16:19-31

Rich man

Has it

Knows it

And acknowledges it

Poor man

Doesn't have it

Doesn't know his fate

And doesn't know the rich man's fate either

Sitting high

Never looking low

The rich man inherits the finest things of life

Refuses to give even the smallest crumb to the poor man

Thinks his dogs are more worthy

Poor man dies

Carried off by the angels

Rich man dies

No one cares

In torment, the rich man cries out for the poor man to tap the water so he could be cooled

In paradise, the Saint says no

In torment, the rich man asks for the Saint to warn his family to change their ways so they would not be tormented

In paradise, the Saint says no

He says that if those people will not listen to the men of the most high

Then seeing the dead will not change that

-I heard this story today in Bible Study and I thought I would share it. I often think about how God would allow some people to suffer for the glorification of Him. That beggar had no idea that he would be lifted into paradise by angels. When I think of the rich man, I don't just think of wealthy people, I think of all those people who have an overflow of blessings and refuse to share. They will reap what they sow. Sad, but true... So the moral of the story for me is this: If you can give, give. If you don't have enough to give, still give. It is when we are cheerful givers that we are blessed with an overflow. Most importantly, we make God happy.-

2am Type of Thoughts

I'm sitting in the bed

thinking to myself

damn

everything

everything

everything

has got to get better

hell

its getting better

everyday

everyday

everyday

i can see the growth in myself

it feels so damn good to be at peace

not in the limelight

not involved in the daily gossips of others

not worrying about some piss ass job

not sad or disappointed

not forced to move when I really want to be still

it feels so damn good

to be

free

ready to explore the new things life has to offer

ready to climb to the highest mountain

ready to kick rocks in the river

and to tumble down into the valley

oh the sweetness of life

good to the mind

yet sweeter to the mouth

damn, it feels so good!

if your not happy, then evaluate some things,

maybe its not the things that occupy your life, but your perspective of life that has kept you in mental bondage

so to you

I say

take your shackles off

walk the earth while you are still alive

because one day, it will bury you.

I think too much

In the confines of my mind, I reflect on that which barely crosses the mind of the average person. I think about life decisions. If I could do it all again, would I? Yes, it was those experiences that made me a stronger individual, without them I would probably be weak. Yet, I wonder that if I would have gone right instead of left how different my life would be. I will never know the answer to that question and as I think about it, the grass is not much greener on the other side. Hell, maybe it is worse. Nevertheless, life. life. life. Wow. There are not enough blogs, thoughts, or books written about how one's life is in the hand of him/herself. I agree that the power of life is in one's hand, however, one must never forget that two actors are involved, both God and Satan. So like I said, I think and this is what I thought about last night: I sat in my bed and in darkness, aloud, I called out to Lucifer. I had one simple question: Why fall, when you sat above many? The response was simple: Because he could not sit about God. I began to think about this in relation to my life and the lives of so many. How many times do we sit and say that we have total control over our lives without regard to omnipotence of God? How many times do we act without ever bringing our thoughts/activities to God first? Nearly all of the time. Why is that difficulty? Is it because we want to be independent? Or is it because we want to receive all of the glory and praise when our actions produce success? Regardless of how you answer these questions, my personal response is because we feel that we are independent enough and that actually God does not control ever fiber of our existence. In actuality, He does. What would the world be like if there was no heaven or hell? Would it be paradise? Or would we be just dust, blowing into the sea? Mmmhhh. from ashes to ashes, and dust to dust...someday my questions will be answered.

"So you thought____?"

So you thought...

that if you pulled the trigger, shot the soul but left the body no one would notice

that if you apologized after the tears it would make sunshine out of the storm

that if you could just keep everyone quiet that you could live life without accountability

that if you were ever asked about the state of your actions you would lie

that if you could turn all that glitter into gold than you would be a rich bitch, living life to fullest with no regard for the other man

that if you could get everyone to believe the lies no one would search for truth

that if you could turn back the hands of time you would commit the same actions, except this time you would find some dirt on other people so they would not have room to talk

that if you betray your brethren no one would continue to scrutinize you

that if you would have just bite the goddamn serpent instead of the apple there would be no need for sin and thus your present predicament

that if you would have just been honest, you wouldn't have felt so good lying

that if you would have just stayed simple, maybe your life wouldn't have been so complex

that if she would not have left you, maybe the other she would not have felt you

that if maybe you would take off your mask, people would see nothing but the scraps of a bastard child forced to live in a damned world

that if maybe, just maybe, you could get by, you could get high and thereby fly to the land of ignorance because intelligence is only for those that seek understanding but you are wrapped in a web of contentment, shadowed by the idea of the closet life because you know that in order to come out you would have to face reality and to be honest, honesty isn't the best policy.

Bonded

Written in ink

Pierced with a needle

Faced with 8 hours of bonding

Open and honest

Accepting and real

There could never be anyone better

Than these friends

Superior to all

Bonded for life

It is this experience that signified so much

It represented more than what the eye can see

It represented our growth

We pushed through our trials

It made us stronger

It made women into warriors

Our lives are forever changed

And even when we are old

We will use the newest apple product

And message about the day

When we....

Acted a fool

Spoke in truth

Had road rage

Curse somebody out

Rapped about the struggle

And fell out laughing about everything...

We are forever bonded.

This post is dedicated to: Tiffany Dumas and Brandi Ebanks 6/3/11