My Life Story Pt. II

Hey! Does anyone know what time it is? That's right. STORY TIME!!! Well, at least chapter two. So, I am going to do what I did last time . . . illustrations to keep the my job to a minimal. And we'll start with a picture of the cleaned room and the new seating. We also moved the stage so we can enjoy the carpet. Get our toes in there and relax. Here's another view of it the other side of the room. notice the new mess we made. We 'd actually be done with the majority of the work. But as you can see, from these pictures we're waiting on the electrical crew. Silly, silly electrical. Always making the diligent wait. Yes, that is one of the local ne'er-do-wells who's working with us as part of his community service.


So, what have we done since we cleaned it all up? Well, we put in a new sink. And even polished the toilet and pipes running upstairs. We needed something to do while waiting for those darn electricians.
One question I get from avid readers and friends is why not pictures of you really working? Well, I have a pair of pictures for you all. I was working hard. Really hard.
I didn't say I was working hard at doing anything useful. I was just working on my bank shot. So, what do I have for a cool picture for you all this week? It's a picture of some strange phenomena I found in the bathroom. Can anyone explain it?
It's very strange. Well, keep tuned for more stories of the new house. I'll try and keep them coming.

Insoul

Evening friends. I trust that I find you in good spirits this day/night. I'm posting because I had a quick thought about my life. So please read on:

Ever felt like empty? Or like you're walking in Christ but it just doesn't feel right? Well, I have a little anecdote about this. I have custom orthodic pads that go in my shoe that fully support, cradle, and comfort my foot because it's specifically designed for my foot. However, some days I decide not to wear them or transfer shoes with them. And let me tell you, I can feel it fully; it hurts to walk and even stand on my feet. In the same way, the Holy Spirit supports, cradles, and comforts us in our walk with God. Can we tell when we don't have the Holy Spirit in our daily steps? Can we feel the pain of walking alone without that comfort? Can we stand by ourselves without feeling the pain of that loss? That should be the question we ask ourselves. I pray that we never lose our support for walking with God because I cannot imagine running this race without the right kind of insole for my shoe. (This is going to be cheesy but deal with it) I don't want Dr. Scholl's for the race ahead: I want Dr. Souls because he's got what I need for a better chancce at finishing.

Life, ain't it grand?

I had a whole other post about how life is grand. But the Lord laid it upon my heart to remove the post. I am but a servant. Regardless, life is good. I am thankful for the mercy of God, I still have my health, school is going well, and (with minor self-induced setbacks) my journey to become Aaron, leaving the name and actions of "Kranny" behind me is going aces. I hope the weather is treating you all warmly this chilly winter morning. I do have to tell Faye thanks for the words of encouragement you left for me on the other post. Sistah, you rock! I am reminded of a promise God made to His people; it's most reassuring:

"Tell them that this is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: 'Cursed is the man who does not obey the terms of this covenant- the terms I commanded your forefathers when I brought them out of Egypt, out of the iron-smelting furnace.' I said, 'Obey me and do everything I command you, and you will be my people, and I will be your God. Then I will fulfill the oath I swore to your forefathers, to give them a land flowing with milk and honey'-the land you possess today."
I answered, "Amen, LORD."' (Jeremiah 11: 3-5)

My Life Story

There once was a small group of college-aged individuals who wanted to see a change in their world, not in that political, social, or even mental aspect. No, these people focused more the aesthetics in life. This is the story of these individuals and the story of their desire for change. We'll start with some illustrations so I don't have to write so much.The house they chose was trashed by some local ne'er-do-wells. So the good hearted vain children started with trying to clean. They didn't get very far.After several hours of work, they came to a skeletal-like structure and all were perplexed."How do we get around this?" wondered the engineers. But the elder engineer knew how.

He exclaimed, "I'll just stick this black thing up there and cut away the wood!" So, that's what they did. Don't believe me? Fine, I'm just the author. What would I know?

After that task was accomplished, something needed to be done with the wood but what? The younger engineer, a recent convert to Hinduism, suggested making a new-age bed of nails. Unfortunately, he was not very good with building things.After the new bed-o-nails was "firmly" installed, a new decor had to be chosen. But what to go with? Naturally, the best choice was antique. The two engineers thought long about this. So, they tested a couple themes.1970's chic was the best choice. What happened next? Well, sorry to say that this is a lengthy story. As for this chapter, I will add two more things of note: 1. Some new insulation was donated to a nice local family and their dog: Lily Anne. They were thankful for the new found warmth and roofing for their dog house.

Last, there was a very handsome writer there who happened to be busting his butt working with the two lazy engineers. And here's a picture of that.

Ok, that's not the right picture. I . . . uh . . . guess that's it for this chapter of "My Life Story". Stay tuned to this online source for more stories and illustrations. Hopefully, the "right" photos will be posted.

Whom shall I fear?

I am intending this to be brief. I've heard a few Christians say that Barack Obama is scary to them. I can understand why he would be. But then I thought about this: why should we fear a man? "Greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world." And then this thought occurred to me: bring on the scary leader. it leads us one step closer to Life; true life. If it leads to Armageddon; cool! I intend on not being here. I'd rather let God's agenda reign than mine.

Pure Life

I recently started drinking more water. Why? I'm trying to cut calories from Diet soda. Ok. There are zero calories in diet soda. The truth is that I wanted to try and lose some more weight. And one way I've heard is that drinking water instead of soda can aid because there's less sodium going into your "system." But that's not why I'm posting. I am posting anew because I noticed tonight that the bottle is labeled Pure Life. I am sure that bottled water is does not lead to a pure life. But, this is hard to follow so here we go.
Jesus claimed that He is the water of life. So, we drink his water, we begin to live more purely. Much the same way, I drink this bottle of "purified water~ with 'minerals added'" I can purify my flesh and bone body. Water in both the spiritual sense and secular sense is viewed as something that cleanses. And that is what I am (and in theory, we all are striving for): a pure life. both spiritually, and physically. Besides, this bottled agua has to be healthier for me than that chemical soup the city offers me.